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suspended time
leaves float
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the sky is the canvas
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beneath the clear blue sky
no color enhancement
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once a year
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rainbow
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luster
I popped the button on the car radio, and heard John Lennon’s voice. He was in the middle of a comment about doing music, painting, etc. He said these were the chocolate in life. I can’t find his words online, so I hope I’m not mis-quoting him too badly.
When I look out at the waterfront scene in this picture, I see color, energy, passion. Luster.
Without all the red, though, the umbrellas, the chairs, what’s there? Something serene, scenic. Quiet, pretty.
But…umm…lackluster.
There are parts of our lives, parts of us, parts of what we do, the way we live, that give us luster, don’t you think?
Like a fine piece of chocolate.
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glitter
Moments that fizz and ferment and sparkle.
Lobes fire up a conversation of thoughts and blurred images
in the nooks and crannies of the mind.
And far below the surface,
deep in the richest layers of our human-ness,
a sensory explosion of emotion flares.
The subtle living tension of the soul.
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magical
This soft, pink, feathery blur, filtering reality.
The glistening hush of snowflakes, brushing by shivering trees.
The glow of a candle flame, in a dark room on a cold night.
The milky way stretching out, on a black, velvet, moonless sky.
magical
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night time
Night time softness.
Almost soundless.
A click. A tick.
Sporadic hiss.
Stealthy paws. Rustling leaves.
Nature’s pause. Squeaky cheeps.
A sigh. A shush.
Voiceless whispers.
Hushed muffles, nearly nothingness.
Midnight’s swathe of timeless
silence.
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