...fine more like heavy mist than rain ...rough sleeper curled under covers tucked in shelter on side away from rain will wake damp ...lone smoker cigarette glowing under shelter on side away from rain won't get wet ...me cycling singing in the rain forfeit shelter on way forget complaint about the wet
Sky with Fuchsia Stripes
The yellow sun slipped into the charcoal horizon disappeared momentarily then remerged a glowing globe of orange red fire streaking electric fuchsia across strands of slate grey cloud hanging over a shimmering silver sea We had another sun glass swap today. P and M and I. M insisted his Armani's are the best, they do... Continue Reading →
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River of Stones
River of Stones overflowing with enthusiasm. Lonesome pebbles seek rock to cling to. I'll toss my pebbles into the stream of words. Perhaps the current will carry them to your river.
Alison Amazed 