Its 6 am. A beautiful walk in a rainy dawn.
The sky is grey with red clouds hiding the sunrise. My feet is dancing against the puddle in the road.
Little showers of rain wet my head. The cold morning breeze blowing gently on me as I listen to the sway of the trees around me.
This is God's wonderful creation. I miss the outdoors.
But I had to continue walking and find shelter in a building housing the sick and the lonely...
The window is my only friend.
... somewhere between these two schools of thought, they intersect...
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