Wrong Camera :: Three Hundred Thirty Four

When the sky, the clouds, the slimmest crescent moon, a planet, and faint stars halt your steps, the list of what's next, and you stand in the parking lot, riveted, blessed, and think, This is the wrong camera, but you take the picture anyway, because you want to remember that natural beauty can lift our thoughts, sooth our wounds, and remind us to breath.

With Infinity More Monkeys, a picture a day.