He Saw Everything as Being Alive By Laurie Beth Jones There is not only spring in the air, there seems to be a spring in everyone’s step that I see in San Diego. And days like today, for example, are dripping with sunshine and possibility. A brief rain and low clouds yesterday made every flower I passed resplendent with liquid diamonds. The arching blue Coronado bridge seemed to be holding up a batch of meringue whipped clouds, separating them from the sea below, upon which drifted a bright yellow kayak with a big red dot painted on its center.
Everything as Being Alive
Everything as Being Alive
Everything as Being Alive
He Saw Everything as Being Alive By Laurie Beth Jones There is not only spring in the air, there seems to be a spring in everyone’s step that I see in San Diego. And days like today, for example, are dripping with sunshine and possibility. A brief rain and low clouds yesterday made every flower I passed resplendent with liquid diamonds. The arching blue Coronado bridge seemed to be holding up a batch of meringue whipped clouds, separating them from the sea below, upon which drifted a bright yellow kayak with a big red dot painted on its center.