Days of Clouded Skies

I walked this lane days ago, under pink clouds against blue, their edges brilliant, as if the door to heaven had been left open--just a crack.
It was an image too perfect. Of a full moon rising while, still, the sun crept low.
And, as too often is the case, I without my camera, could not capture it.

Day after day, I returned to the spot.
But perfect skies had moved on.

A reminder that even this day, with its tumbling gray heaviness, is like no other.
And I must capture it while I can.

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Silent Night

Christmas preparations are behind me--and, early enough to be able to enjoy this season, finding a few moments away from the hustle.

Saturday's mildness was whisked away by a chilling wind--tumbling darkly-shadowed, rosy clouds across a winter landscape.


Crawling into a flannel bed that night, I was thankful for the shelter of a warm, brick house--as the night raged about outside my rattling window.
I wondered how anything small could not be blown away on such an unfriendly night.


The next morning a thick blanket of clouds remained--silvery strips, as the sun played peek-a-boo with the wind.



But tonight all is quiet.
It is the silent, holy night.