It's gusty outside and a minute of pale sunlight brings my shadow alive, reveals to me that everything and anything is possible. But, I only believe what I see.
Blue sky floats by winter white clouds blow limbs and birds hang on in trees. The vibration of wind through my hood; icy fingers exposed, not seeking warmth. Listening to the message in the wind: stop seeking shelter from the storms. Ride 'em out. Anything is possible.
Awe inspiring...nice piece... :)
ReplyDeleteMessages to self can be the best ones! Anything is possible, especially the things we don't necessarily see. At first.
ReplyDeleteThis is a great piece. It makes me want to sit in the briskness of the end of our December with no gloves on.
Lisa, you have the opportunity this morning -- BRRR!!!
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