Photography Is Another Passion

Chasing the sun, kicking up dust from the dirt road reaching the highest hill
Stopping for a picture here and there, the clouds change shape sometimes looking puffy, like cotton balls or a rabbits tail
And in a blink of an eye change again, looking like a feather painted in the sky
The sun burns brightly, first orange fading to yellow, finding a way to shine through the darker clouds
To me, it looks like the sky is on fire, burning beautifully on this unusually warm January night and then the purples and pinks fill in the spaces
Looking into the tiny window of my camera, I hold my breath, I imagine my life without it, without moments like this, how dull and dreary it would be
And I exhale, whisper a quick thank you to whoever is up there listening and snap the picture