A Perfect Portrait


The backdrop of last evening’s sky was crystal clear far and wide, the color of navy blue ink often seen dribbling from a broken plastic pen. Twinkling lights sparkled high above┬álike fairy dust sprinkled within a┬ávastness beyond my sleepy head. They glittered and shined below heaven perhaps. Reality became wonders within my imagination. Tiny wishes were made upon a few, hoping that a one or two might come true.

Either way, God painted a perfect portrait aloft tips of trees for all to see, like you and me.

*photo courtesy of Google

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