sunray through trees

Can you fault a young girl for finding solace in sun kissed meadows? Spinning in circles at night under artificial stars. Small town charm with big city lights. Awed by the glow of a full moon and the vastness of a murky blue ocean. Forgiving the cracks that tripped me in the cold concrete. Forever thinking that Spanish moss trees are the best muses. I trace the lines that flow across the palm of your hand. Stick my head out the window of moving cars. Light matches for fun, and watch the flames dance. Gaze at the way my breath turns into clouds that flutter up and drop down.
I fall in love with fractured sunrays shinning through fall-colored trees. I’ve found beauty in broken things.
—  Kayle Marie, Sunset Kiss