Horizon framed by trees stripped by Fall, bracing for winter.
Seasons change, storms pass.
A metaphor for life?
Fifty shades of gray, stripped by storms bracing for loss.
Where is hope?
A Blue Herron floats over surface.
The Spirit floats over chaos.
Flashes of color break through the mist.
Seasons change, storms pass.
God--not lost in mist; clear and present in the gray.
Hope.
Life is fast.
Live it well...M6.8 bN
