Do I Dare?

Outside for a breath of fresh air I tiptoe into a foggy day ~

veiled sunshine hesitantly promises bright sapphire skies by day, sparkling star shine on moonlit nights.

Do I dare believe

in perfection past the veil?

                or 

Do I believe that 

each breath of fresh air is perfection?

“It is not because things are difficult that we do not dare, 

it is because we do not dare that they are difficult.”

~ Lucius Annaeus Seneca