The Good Life ~ Sacramento
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Dreamy Days
There’s a hummingbird-shaped cloud in the Sacramento sky with a rainbowed hue around it. Maybe I see a winged creature in an ambiguous shape because I was thinking about a bird in flight, and how that image reminds me of limitlessness.As the cloud changes form and drops some of its excess mass, the rainbow stays with it, but stretches and extends from front, and over the top to back. In it I see pink and green primarily, colors that remind me both of purity and potential.
I hear church bells around the corner. And then I see a carnival and childlike lust for life and her dreams in the kaleidoscope of my mind.
Some things are visible but out of reach. Others are tangible yet finite. And still others are not literally seen or felt, but breathe life into the kind of dreams that eventually create new kinds of life.
Blue October Sky

Capitol Area Buildings, Autumn
The distance between this feeling, or memory, and me may seem far ~ because it is difficult to quantify ~ and yet the familiarity brings it closer to home, and touches my heart the same way the wispy clouds are caressing the blue October sky above.
The Call of the Wild

The gorgeous dark clouds above are broken up just enough that the streets are dry, and the air warm enough to make this balmy spring storm intriguing. I’m getting impressions of ancient times on this land as I look out the 2nd story window with the bird’s eye view.
The trees are thankful for the recent rains and the people on foot are grateful for the reprieve. This in-between space is mesmerizing – There is work to be done, and yet… nature calls in curious ways.
Something Brewing
Some clouds have appeared in the April sky, and along with them a very large layer of wispy ones. To the east, threats of a brief spring thundershower seem to loom, hovering over the Sierra Nevada Mountains. It’s still refreshing – like spring should be – with the blue sky backdrop just softer and more varied in hue than usual.
The tip tops of the trees are swaying in slow motion as if dancing to some slow, rhythmic sounds no one else hears. A pea-sized plane flies high and above, tunneling through the low tufts of clouds. From a downtown office building window an emerald green dragonfly rests on a wire at eye level…
It’s not exactly a typical April day, and it’s not so unnecessarily unusual either. It is somewhere in the space between ~ a place where a day like this could disappear as if it never existed.
But if you walk the gently-humming streets and look up at the dynamic, contrasting sky or stop long enough to immerse in the feeling of this day… you might notice the splendor in an average everyday day that most tend to miss.










