Things I am Unable to Capture

digital / slightly rendered / 2022

An Amish boy walking down the lane after a day's work;

Horses on the next farm neighing in the evening light;

The scrubbing of fall leaves.  The smell of fresh manure on a fallow cornfield.

I can't describe the breeze that arose at sundown.

So I am left with a smudge of moonlight through the quickening clouds.

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