A Peek Into My World
A glimpse at what thrills me . . .
A Peek Into My World
brightening a tabletop with buttery, yellow daffodils . . . meditating as a drop of food coloring melts into a water-filled, clear, glass bottle . . . discovering joy daily while riding a blue and green marble floating through space
a drab, beige studio apartment recycled into a sanctuary of color . . . a palette of paint transforms blank canvases to sky color paintings . . . a bare, cement patio showcases life with edible greens and a plethora of pansies
nourishing my palate with a rainbow-filled plate of sustenance . . . unearthing beauty in the everyday ordinary . . . creating abstract mosaics from broken plates
a kaleidoscope of emotions . . . hearing nothing but neon . . . smelling entire rainbows . . . feeling fierce fireworks . . . tasting all of life . . . seeking prismatic life . . . laughing flashes of mandarin orange
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