The sky was still dripping.
The quiet fall of drops soaked the hair out of hat.
One moment surprised.
Next moment imagining the sun smiling the clouds away.
Gray Tuesday’s
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Looking up and within
Looking up and within
The sky was still dripping.
The quiet fall of drops soaked the hair out of hat.
One moment surprised.
Next moment imagining the sun smiling the clouds away.
Le Ciel est Bleu 