It's beautiful. Not one house in sight. The green goes on and on only to be interrupted by pools of reflecting light:water.
The roads form an intricate maze, sharp turn, straight away, squiggling further than one could see.
The clouds blush with the residual rays of the sun as they tower over the different shades of earth . Blotches of trees begin to crawl into my peripherals.
Forming tight knit cliques
Leaving the loners to fend for themselves.
Harshly complicated systems of cookie cutter houses are such an eye sore. Communities.
Damn communities and their conformity.
My adoration for this simple beauty flew out the window as the flight attendant frowned upon my cell phone use. I only wanted to describe what even pictures could not capture.
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