His hand weighed on her heart but soft gestures at dawn Then the sky imposed itself Like the color: blue And time stood still
What I should do
so we don’t think about it
looking for (something) finding (it) crossing (it) out reformulating (it) doing (it) again finding (it sometimes)
I pressed the shutter release to capture the personality of the cacti: their funny shape always gives me the impression that they are little more than plants. But when I edited the photo, it was the tree towering behind them like a ghost that caught my eye.