Observing the View

The clouds are a water color pink, grey, and blue. The sun has set sail for another nation. Trees reach for a contrast in the lovely painting in front of me. I stay quiet as I let the patter of intuitive influence come through. I will move alone as a dance of birds fly overhead. The traffic beeps a horn as it keeps motion in the midst of the beautiful flow. Maybe today is a day to risk sharing a thought with someone on the page.