When snow first falls it is pretty. Then when you are out in it it is pretty cold but soon it is just as used and worn out and unpretty as the rest of us. Though not without a certain formidable charm.
One of our greatest talents is the ability to articulate joy. We all have this talent – it is not rare thankfully. Though fleeting in some lives. But just because it is a common talent, recognising joy, does not mean that it is of…
Is it not too early in the winter to find a sundog in our sky? The sun and her dog. Ice crystals hanging up there? Refracting and reflecting the low rays.
YELLOW FOR YOU
“Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life”. Lord Byron
I WILL BE BRIEF
WATER – THE STAFF OF LIFE
THE HEAT, RETURNS