My thoughts have been waxing poetic. Really. I was on the bus this morning, thinking about nothing in particular, when WHAM. I looked out the window, and saw a snow covered tree. But that's not really what I saw. I saw a thousand pairs of hands, reaching up to heaven to receive oh-so-lightly falling snow. It was beautiful. And for the rest of the day, every time I saw a tree, that was all I could see. A thousand pairs of hands. And I felt it was important. And rather trivial. But still....it made me happy. And that's all that bleedin' matters, right?
I love, like, and admire you for these kinds of things.
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