Glory and Promise

The winter clouds hung low over West Seventh Street as I walked down it today. Thick and bubbly, they cast a shadow of ice and cold yet to come which made me want to seek comfort in the Mad Hatter Café as quickly as I could get there. Before I could sprint inside, a new moment arrived, a glimmer of hope in the form of a thin ray of sun between the clouds. It was a “glory”, a ray of inspiration that only lasted a moment.

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