In the distance

In the distance the skies were gray, overcast, heavy clouds

full of threat, seemed to be within reach. The miles and miles of

fields through which I drove were freshly plowed. A scent of

earth filled the interior.  A good smell. Dirt but clean, fresh.

Suddenly beams of light pierced the layers, carressing,

coloring pink two Sycamores in the distance.

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