Thursday, October 23, 2014

This Morning

     My Thursday walking companion arrived at 7 AM this morning stating that we had to walk toward the Bay. Why? His answer was simply-- the sky. What a sky it was with feathered layers of deep pink and a solid grey. What were the heavens trying to tell us? Were we to finally have some rain or another warm autumn day? We continued looking and then the sky painter dipped into his water pot causing the deep colors to fade into muted tones, rapidly changing to almost no color at all. It was a gift presented quickly and then quickly taken back. Now it is only in my memory. As I write late afternoon I still see the morning sky. You may think I didn't say much. I didn't. The sky told its story.

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