u/Krisargently

As the evening falls over the desert, a small visitor pays another call.

The emerald cape and sun sparkles in the glass are magic!

A quiet that isn't empty, but gently alive.

The kind it settles in your chest.When the wind fades, when the light softens, when nothing asks anything of you.

A stillness you don't have to create- only notice.

Kyrrð

Writers with a capital "W" because we're serious about this stuff.

This morning's view about 9am, heading South-West on Red Rock Road, about 5 miles north of Hwy 395.

As seen looking South-West from Red Rock and 395, approximately 3:20pm this afternoon.

I just want life to be an endless Saturday morning, with nothing to do, and all the time in the world to do it in.

Originally posted on Boldomatic.

A melange, a mixture of *Unlikely Elements,* including people.

Mother's day afternoon at Chrissy Caughlin park.

What a gorgeous weekend!

P.S. The tree is a black locust.

Beautiful sunset at the end of this lovely Spring day.