Thursday, January 14, 2021

Morning Magic

Today, I woke up and passed through my windows. Streaks of light shimmered on the pockets of clouds that filled the sky. A sight I would love to experience for a moment. I put on my jacket. I went out in cold and had a walk witnessing the magic, sunrise. 

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