Notes from an evening walk with my wife on my birthday’s eve, 2021:
Archipelago of clouds
infused with hues of lavender
and pink, something feeling
more refined and elevated
than mere references to cotton
candy in the evening sky, a chain
of islands ephemeral
and conjuring the Pacific, serene
and unfolding as time itself,
if time were real and material,
a passage of impermanence
before our eyes
Illustration by Adam Williams | Humanitou
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