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.
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