Wish you were here

On my morning walk today, suspended between a storm front over the Sierras and a bank of gray clouds from the Pacific, I marveled at the sky.

I wish you had been here to see the ever-changing landscape of the clouds painted by the wind, the sun slowly seeping over the darkness to the east. Birds sang overhead and the wind rushed and hushed with abandon.

Finally the sun broke like an egg yoke over the horizon, its yellow light bathing everything in sight.

If you had been here with me, we would have turned to one another and you would have seen me smile.

Just like the smile I have now, thinking of you on this walk with me.

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