Yesterday Brett and I were sitting on the front bumper of his car watching the simple beauty of the end of a day when he pointed out the fact that the cloud right in front of us seriously looked like a cockroach on its' back with legs waving in the sky like it was dying. We sat there in awe as it turned several different colors until the end when it simply faded away. Joe came at the tail end and joined us in a moment of silence. A wondrous gift from Mother Nature - no two days are ever the same.
Pura Vida
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