To the aftermath of a natural disaster...
A few inches in front of me rests my plants.
A few feet beyond the bridge rests Mother’s Nature’s making of brick turned into rubble.
A few miles of open skyline ahead rests a city I haven’t known all that long and the city where I realized the sun’s light was a means to my survival when it nurtured my ability to see past things I didn’t understand.
Looking out my windows rests a strong city: a wild city: a very beautiful city. Past the clouds and amongst the hills, it shines a new kind of light; a rare kind of light; a very bright glow. Not a morning is missed when it comes to reminding me that contrary of my plan, fait will always take its course in world of all the things unknown.