Dismals Branch

Happy B-day, Dan! I hope your day is great.


Amelia Curran "Hands on a Grain of Sand"

All hands on a grain of sand
How smallest things are the high demand
I can only serenade
And wait my turn to burn or fade.

All the colors you can see
Cover the borders of a masterpiece
Time can paint the best of me
Over the unclear eyes of memory.

After the thunder stopped, sunshine broke through for long moments. Warm lights filled the canyon mixing with foggy mists. Dismals Canyon has a lot of magic to offer those willing to seek it. I love the lyrics to this song in the chorus ...I can only serenade, and wait my turn to burn or fade. Sometimes it isn't all about waiting turns, but moments come where it applies.

I added a bit of reverse sharpness softness to this image.