A single thin silver cloud skidded effortlessly across the late winter sky pushed by a cold bone-chilling wind. The puff of moisture threw a scattering of shiny sequins across my lonely empty deck as if in a Mardi Gras parade. Within seconds this float of airy moisture drifted beyond sight and barely waved adieu, replaced by the twinkle of the sun's slow smile to dry the silver coins that had been left behind.
Oh my, you such a way with words.
ReplyDeleteSo gifted you are...
smiles...the shiny coins...a very nice description...sounds like a beautiful day is on the way...
ReplyDeleteSo enjoy your poetic writing, such an artistic soul living in a beautiful place and able to share so well.
ReplyDeleteI love all these images you've captured here for us - it's always such a delight, dipping in here.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lot of lovely images here. I love it. And I like the image too.
ReplyDeletegreat photo - and such a poetic post!
ReplyDeleteIt's hard to see cold in a photo sometimes. Of course if you took it there is no mistaking! Stay warm (spring is almost here.)
ReplyDeleteOh, Brrrrr....
ReplyDeleteA brilliant photo and what you said.
ReplyDeleteWords and photographs...definitely your thing:)
ReplyDeleteGah.
ReplyDeletePerfect.
The image captures the wonder beautifully, and so do the words.
ReplyDeleteOkay, you've made me want to go out and spend a few moments watching the sky. On my way.
ReplyDeleteAn apt description and your photo illustrates it perfectly.
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