Low altitude clouds. A rare occasion of having an overcast day in Santa Barbara. Bringing the grimes a bit closer?! Or giving more dramatic effect to the city.
Some places are privileged to have “pleasant cloudy days”… That takes the Gray out of the day, does not it?!
My country has no borders;
I am from everywhere and anywhere.
My people don’t speak one language.
They don’t have one color.
I don’t feel attached to a particular culture or history or a geographical region.
I love them all, enjoy them all, and feel connected to all; feel for their pain and celebrate their joy.
I don’t follow one religion, I respect them all but I don’t practice any.
My home is here and there; all the places that I have visited and left and places that I have not visited, except in my dreams…
I don’t have doors to close or open …
I have windows, to let the light in and to gaze ourside.
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