Everything changes. The sky is an indecipherable map, I like to make imaginations about the spread clouds, the light. Today, when I left my room, I looked up and the sky was gray, cloudy. I went to the bathroom and when I returned, two or three minutes later, the sky had mutated with its daily magic. I ran to get my cell phone to capture in a photograph the rosicler that I had this first morning in January. Community, I bring you a little piece of this wonder, today January 1, 2022. Happy New Year.

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