MORNING:
The sun was a silver slither skulking in the arms of
bruised clouds, the breeze, a whisper, revealing it´s secrets to the pewter
waves. This purple day makes me feel melancholic, but not in a bad way, just in
a slow, sleepy sort of way that makes one go within until the sun is ready to
smile again.
"revealing it secrets" did you mean "revealing it's secrets?"
ReplyDelete"The sun was a silver slither skulking in the arms of bruised clouds, the breeze, a whisper,"
Okay Sue...you did it this time. I have enjoyed each and every one of your wonderful pieces but this is the one...THE one...I love it! You took me there, relaxed me and now I am staying for awhile. Thank you.