Strange sky hovers… Almost-snow clouds dance, high enough that the rising sun lights their underbellies, then are gently erased in feather strokes. Nebulous waves and lines side step on a stretch, go too far and disappear, swallowed in a wrinkle…
In a moment of inattention the feathers are gone. The white hot flames of a dragon, the wing span of a phoenix melt in spongy dreary lumps, thick, amorphous, undefined like familiar angst and fears with no name …
Flannel curves appear to the south: There is a hot spot of resistance over the Med. A white sun battles growing armies. He defeats the front runners but watches warily the advancing steel wool slowly swelling until there is no space in between its snarled threads.
Birds indignantly protest, save for a colony of gulls lined on an empty beach, watching, listening to the Med sigh in untidy dirty shallow waves.
They wait.
For what? A better moment for fishing? The right wind to soar? A sure sign to change direction or stay put on the same patch of sand?
A low northern wind lays fog over the mountain, moisture for an arid soil, nearly depleted, almost washed away.
Perhaps it isn’t sunshine the mountain needs, but more water for tiny grass and weeds to push through…
Life hangs on in jagged cracks.
Then the sun gives up. Goes off to hide, leaves the Med to her muddy waters, the sky to his dingy grey light, the mountain to her dusty greens.
From gently swaying branches, hooded chickadees don’t seem to care any more as they hop about, chatting up unwary bugs.
The freesias sweetly curtsy in flaming robes…
And the gulls decide it’s a good day for dumpster-diving.
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You describe nature and the shifting weather oh so wonderfully!
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Thank you John. Every morning teaches me something in a succession of ordinary/extraordinary moments. These days the lesson is letting go of certainty. Cloud watching is paying off 😉
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I was watching some beauties yesterday while walking the dogs. Staggering storm clouds spewing upwards, but shot-through with light, it was amazing.
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Ahhh, the sun defeated…such is the beginning of spring…
Gorgeous writing. Vivid, rhythmic, wonderful.
I have 3 unchecked lottery tickets in my bag, who knows… 😀
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Yes, it’s the beginning of Spring calendar wise…. Thank you for all those beautiful adjectives!
It’s just a question of time or timing isn’t it? And patience. Check those tickets!
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Magnifique, comme d’hab.
You capture nature’s capricious moments as no one else can.
Wonderful.
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Merci tu es gentil comme d’hab!
I just give myself permission to get lost and let the mind freely wander.
I am glad you enjoy my meanderings.
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Hah, Emm, you sound as weather depressed as I am here ! Seems old man Winter just won’t go peacefully away !! Hugs to keep you warm 🙂
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He hangs on for a bit, but he knows the day of reckoning is right around the corner! Thanks Paul. I’m feeling the warmth 🙂
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