Capture the Moment.
As a child, I ran barefoot through grassy fields.
I laid
down in fields of clover, staring up at cottony clouds, moving slowly across a blue canvass. Their colors, like
cream in my coffee, changed with the whim of the currents, painting seahorses dancing on the ocean waves.
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In those days, a million childhood afternoons passed
overhead as I kissed my ethereal dreams and sent them off upon the dreamy puffs,
pushed by the breezes. Years of clouds, like my wishes drifted by, adapting and reforming to suit
the winds of change.
Can you remember that feeling when dreams floated by so
swiftly and plentiful that you believed them to be endless, always there for
the grabbing?
For me, I search to rediscover the
inspiration from those moments of limitless wonderment, beauty and magical
energy. I want to capture those moments
when the clouds held endless promises and I harbored no doubts or fears. It is then that I am truly inspired.
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