The clouds are dark.
The essence of the day, is night that will not go away.
Around us this sky brings the onset of those things negative, of that type that is to beset us under the coffin lid that can be clamped and pulled down, and seized upon so severely, and pressed down with the strength of many men, who can and will bury us, with their dark souls.
But peer to the edge of the clouds, look to the winds that can sweep them away silently and quietly, see the sun in its way, tearing so slowly at its barriers, pulling back at its veil that is placed by the loud cryers of uncertainty who try so hard to bring the clouds, and try to hold them in place.
Think of this; Who can keep the real dark clouds in place, who can prevent the sun from shining on us all?
Ralph Peck
Photography by Marla Bolton
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