Wednesday, 2 December 2009

Strange Light

A fine mist drapes the treetops, wrapping the scene beyond my window. Still air and strange light highlights the intricately patterned lichen, modern art on twisting ancient branches. The yellow of the blackbirds beak shines like a tiny golden sun on this grey green morning.

"The appreciation of life becomes your spiritual practice." - Caroline Myss

1 comment:

Barbara Scully said...

I'm there... beautiful... as usual!

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