Dusted Morning Magic | Haley + Justin
It happened on a quiet morning, in a quiet town.
Lifeless old structures slept.
Uneven cobblestone sidewalks lined the street.
And in a breath–
In a moment, they inhaled and golden dust fell from the place where framework of the buildings and sky collided.
The sun it’s source, the warmth it’s companion.
Falling.
Touching.
Dusting everything it landed on.
Her hair.
His shoulder.
Making a seemingly ordinary morning,
Not so ordinary at all.
