Two Days Left
The sun set, turning the lowest clouds a marvelous pink and orange tinge.
The sea lapped the shore lazily, bubbling over the sand and shells.
Seagulls cried in the distance, and a breeze pulled at my loose shirt.
I loved it here, so tranquil.
Christmas-eve on a Thai beach. Peaceful.
By Grant
Far Away
Clouds skidded across the distant dome, pushed by winds far above. Lying back, I watched them as they moved, tracing patterns in them that no one else could see. I loved the clouds. They were untroubled. They were pure, untarnished.
So far from us then. So far away. So far…
By Grant
