It is a moment of pure exuberance.

I’m not broken up about the destruction.

Mind if I layer metaphors?

It’s so perfect, it looks like a painting.

I hadn’t expected such a bounty of grapes.

To pile rocks is so intrinsically human.

This plant just won’t give up.

Somewhere behind these clouds, the sun is up.

This beach find is remarkable.

I mean, just look at that face.

All these years and I never noticed.

My cereal is being profound this morning.