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| Andros Island sunrise. |
The sun slaps you in the face and reminds you that there are things to do. Mother earth has to grow plants and dry up a flood or two. She has to turn the front yard toward the sun for just a bit to dry the dew..
She spins the morning air to dry the butterfly wings that were washed in last night's rain. She dries the dew from the bee so that he can get off the ground.
Eventually, the cosmos will recover from that pouring rain that bent it low to the ground.
And just as you adjust to there being a new day, just as you begin to put one foot in front of the other, the day is ending and everything is getting quiet once again and you can stop in thought..
Thank you. This is lovely.
ReplyDeleteThoughtful, philosophical,
ReplyDeletea pause to let go of dis to hold onto the gruntles.
Spectacular photos and beautiful thoughts!
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely stunning photos, more like them.
ReplyDeleteThere is always a new day. Your photos are stunners.
ReplyDeleteThank you. It is dark now here on Whidbey Island. Tomorrow will be a work day here in the burnt up garden, but I will welcome it anyway. We'll have to see in the spring what springs from the soon to be bare earth of autumn.
ReplyDeleteThere is a whole level of profundity what you say. We can mope, complain and fulminate against the day, or we can get on and deal with it. I saw a woman recently whose husband died three months ago and that is basically what she said. You have to move on.
ReplyDeleteWhat a piece! You have both excellent prose and photos. Great presentation. ⭐️
ReplyDeleteLovely post. Would that my mind had stopped in thought when I went to bed last night. Nope, it churned on and on.
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