Words and Images

As We Walk

We walk along the wet snow-covered sidewalks unpleasant faces watch us like an animal watches its prey. Our faces become wet from the rain that falls from above, and we can easily hear the sirens of a fire truck speeding through the sad and gloomy city that surrounds us. But soon we stop at a coffee shop to get out of the depressing weather, and just one sip from my cup, lifts my spirit.

The world surrounds us in colors and shapes. Falling green leaves, red newspaper boxes, rough gray light poles. Boring things in this small world. Yet, all of it can be turned into something beautiful and creative. Something called art. —  Zane


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