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15 de Mayo, 2008
She'll Never Need to Wait For Me
Categorized under Palabras | Tags: Mother Nature
THE SKY is beautiful right now. Usually I try to photograph it, usually I send photographs to Facebook via my Mobile Uploads, which I really enjoy. But this sky is too fragile for my iPhone...and for once I'll refrain from turning Mother's morning poem into digital bricks.
The sunrise blends upward from a hot pink grapefruit hue to a gold that mellowly greens into blue and in the blue above, delicate pink swirls and threads and streaks reach to meet and touch.
A layer of dark gray tufts—moving as one like a lowflying school of cumulus clouds on patrol—floats by. Almost touching the telephone wires, they drift rightward, moving between that majestic canvas and my own windows.
It's going to be a fantastic day. Already, it is.
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Comentarios (1)
meep
dijo:
it is FREAKING AMAZING OUTSIDE
I don't have any immediate work to do, so I might take a leisurely breakfast and sit outside (yeah, like there's much outside between the bricks and the polluted baby trees). It's days like this where I miss the 110 degree weather in Texas.
Palabras por meep
spat forth on el 15 de Mayo, 2008 at 08:44 AM