A cold friday afternoon. Grey skies that feel like they will start crying any moment. A zip you up in emotion moment…and moment. The winter we haven’t had rolled up in several hours. Waiting and wanting nothing more than a little Self-respect. Self…divinity…infininity….conscious infinitute moving my attitude…… in the solitute… of a winters day.
Sez I says I.
This was beautiful.
I’ll be passing through Minneapolis this week on my way to California. Hope the skies are cooperative those days.
Skies should be good—-it’s the ground that’s a mess….and lovely