Mysteriously, wonderfully, I bid farewell to what goes, I greet what comes; for what comes cannot be denied, and what goes cannot be detained.
days and nights are currently blending into light streaks..
the colors are barely there..
the shapes are invisible..
in the landscape of life these days are the plateaus
but not gloomy
the color is maroon
but has no identity..
there’s no sadness..
life just is.
The photo is an oldie taken at Huntington Beach, CA