Urbanistic Bliss: Finger Painted Sky
The time was 5:15 in the p.m. The place is Minami Kasai where I dwell, and lay my head to rest at night this little micro miracle occurred.
I noticed the buildings across the way reflecting a beautiful orange light. Turned my head to see where the light was coming from to be blessed to see that intersection of the urban and the mystic with a sky in all it’s finger painted glory.
Cliche, but so true.
