July 26,27,28
I stared into the sky tonight and stopped. A golden red whirlpool spun over the mountains above Westbank. A red dragon flew toward the spinning mists as the setting disc lit the final embers of the sunset. I stopped to breathe in the moment. Holding hands with Krista we took time to soak it all in. We walked home from Whiski Jacks pub and were awed and humbled by the evening sky. Dark reds painted the glowing sky. Framed by Read more