Sunrise colored sky. Beholder’s gift, mine. The end of the street, where turns are made and people meet. Historic mills on the Merrimack, with purple swirling skies in the back. Lights aglow, smoke climbs and curls, the skies part like separate worlds. Arrows on signs on which we rely, but in the grand colors I want to fly. Share this: Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Share on X (Opens in new window) X Related Tags:@1inawesomewondr1inawesomewonder Photography6 wordsGod gave us another day Any Thoughts You Would Like To Share?Cancel reply
