Streaks of red and orange, hints of soft pinks and purples mix like water colors
Dark mountains and rolling hills cast low shadows, relief from sight and sunlight
Lights below, clustered, powered, false and artificial
Lights above, born and raised, burning brightly across boundless expanses
Mountains to hide, sky lights to guide
Messy and crowded towers against
Only open fields and horizons ahead
No fog or smog to cloud or shroud
Only endless skies, open possibility and ability
To run with reckless abandon
Freedom to do, to be, to try
No boxes, walls, or mold
By myself to be myself
Wind at my back, sun on my face
The open road is all my own
Alone
Alone, yet, as the post describes, so accompanied by endless beauty.
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