...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
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.
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Musing on the Sea and Sky, Day and Night
Two views of the sea today one by daylight the other by night by day: the sea browned by sand and pebbles churned in the roar and out there, way out there, just visible - an emerald blue ocean. the sky grey, grey, grey - ash grey, the charred remains of sky burned by sun... Continue Reading →
Alison Amazed 