Sunday Morning Drive

The water glistens on the blacktop,
the sun chases the water away,
the snow along the sides of the road melts slowly,
we follow the road as it bends and disappears toward the cleavage of the mountains

My brain feels as if it is expanding in my skull,
until I press my fingers to my nostrils and squeeze the pressure out,
through my ears it escapes.

The snow stripes across the mountains,
visible through the trees, like thinning hair,
green and brown spackled across purest white

Published by Michael Christopher Cole

Michael, is a highly motivated, filmmaker and video professional. Coming from a marketing background, Michael knows not only the ins and outs of a quality video, but also how to make the most impact across various media platforms. In addition to his work with Chocolate Diamond Media, Mike enjoys family time with his wife and son, traveling, and reading.

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