We forget, I think,how much our thoughts are colored
by mood, and time, and situation;
how even in spring
when the mountains are lush and green,
they can loom,
suddenly black,
in the distance;
how a sky once blue
can flame,
ignite the trees
with all the fires of Hell;
how what looks like endtimes
can subside so quickly
into the soft and soothing grays
of evening.
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