Staring off into the distance of the cotton candy sunrise,
Trying to make out the shadows of clouds and mountains.
They mesh together like dye on pure, white, cotton.
I smile as the sun creeps up on the morning. She has a mischevious way about her.
She lures the moon to it's death ,
A surrender and sacrifice so beautiful.
The sky fades from indigo to a pastel blue.
The change is inspiring.
Change that happens each day, but never mirrored by the day before.
Fairytales crowd my mind.
A gyspsy soul burning for flight and exploration.
I've seen so much, but so little.
The planning starts now.
Where will I end up?
Only the universe can guide me.
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