When the sun was glowing bright on me, there was a warm breeze, there was a calmness,
when the sun was hidden behind the massive white clouds, the cool breeze, there are sign of chaos,
when the sun was sinking behind the mountains, the chills sank in, and the wind played a soulful, yet a confusing rhythm.
The sunshine, the weather, the wind - constant was nothing,
methods to steer through the conditions were not constant, my determination was,
horizons of my reach were not constant, my inspiration was,
the grounds I have explored and have yet to explore are not constant, but wait...
why is the child I see below always constant?
Picture: Rancho San Antonio Airplane Flying Zone, CA
