The eye catches. The hand reaches out. Felt yet untouched.

Captured. Encased. Alive.

Taking a moment to see. What s the visual reality. For nothing is what others see.

The seasons make a show. We watch and hold our breath. Wondering which will be a success.

Cloud dwellers. Look out towers. Defenders of the low rise.

The moment unseen. Elsewhere the light dances. Evoking more than shown.

The moment we turn away. Age creeps through the window. The light begins to fade.

Daydreamers need a place to play. The sky creates connections. Thoughts drift with the wind until they find a home

Beauty stared in wondrous awe. Striking bold and heaving into the sky. Industry in heavy form and I.