Sunday

A day in the weather of Bogota.

The Sun rose in the sky.
The Clouds rolled in on the winds.
The Rain came down like a biblical flood.
The Roads dried in the afternoon heat.
The Night closed in shuttering out the light of day.
That was the way.

Poetry in motion for brain rejuvination, like a softening skin lotion.

........and I think thats more than enough of a deep meaningful moment.

Manyana Mi amigos.