Where the Light Gets In

By DHThomas

Late morning*

life's road stretches on
the horizon is hazy
but so luminous

* although, if I want to be realistic, I'm much more likely at the beginning of the afternoon of my life, I do feel like it's the late hours of the morning: I've lived a little, but I can look forward to more. Also, I wonder what's for lunch... :-D

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