No Power In The Verse Can Stop Me NaPoWriMo 2025

Blue skies 
Reflected in blue seas
Gold rays 
On golden sand
The country is a bin fire, obviously, obviously - but sometimes 
Things are alright 

Sunday afternoon nap
Stolen from the day, without being planned
The window’s open for the first time this spring 
Gentle breeze 
Bird song 
The faraway sound of the sea 

Tiny moments to be grateful