Skip to content

Eight years passing

2008/05/04
The morning’s journey of remembrance passes by the blossoms at Auraria.
Freshness in the cool garden, where the hand of the Divine paints in favorite colors.

The watcher at the corner, while playing in the sun, spoke softly,

“It is a good day to be free…”

Update 2008-05-05 12:11 PM The deliberately cryptic text posted yesterday, which contained references to real people and events of significance to the author, has been modified. It was such a beautiful day, after all.

Advertisements

Comments are closed.

%d bloggers like this: