ReflectionPerspective

Watching over

A grey sky cracks open near golden hour. In the rearview, the light shaped almost like an eye. Some moments don't need answers.

The sky had been grey all day.
Muggy. Heavy.
Nothing worth noting.

As golden hour approached, something caught my eye.
In the rearview, the light shaped almost like one.

The clouds parted.
The world began to glow.

Not a sunset.
A gaze.
Warming everything it touched.

I wasn't looking for a sign.
I was just driving home.

But there it was.
The universe watching over me.

Watching over { Reflections | Liam Barr }