susannefortune

This morning I was driving home from Gainesville, Florida.  I wanted a picture of the sky but I refused to stop on the interstate even if I missed what I thought was the perfect picture.  Each moment and I mean  moment was different. 
Aren’t all moments different?  Waiting, waiting, waiting then all of a sudden, a Rest Area, an  opportunity opens up and I say YES to the moment and this is the one I remember.