Spill

Mornings seem to have a healing effect to the soul. I find it personally satisfying.

The rare serenity it affords, makes one realize just how insignificant we really are in comparison. From the sun's rising, the skies burst with an impressive spill of sheer beauty —no artist can quite capture. Like a vast canvass in the sky, nature paints one of its masterpieces with one confident stroke.

It quiets a broken spirit...

At the precise moment, the questions seem childish, in fact, senseless.

[Photo shot with a Nikon Coolpix 4MP, today at 5:35am] This is the light that greeted me at the start of my morning ritual —walking in the woods..

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