Past

Wait

kbsitepicscene079And so a taste of late summer here at the ranch.  The cool reminds us that it doesn’t last forever.  Good to pull weeds for a bit, to let the hands be busy and the mind set free.  An orange band is along the tops of the trees, the last of the setting sky.  A single small cloud holds the last of the brilliance, shines just a little longer.  There is still beauty is says.  Wait for the night.

It will be gorgeous.