Look around. Let Nature nurture your Soul. I record images I sense and share them here. |
| A stormy night: snow clinging to brown leaves, the splash of tires, the sidewalk snowy or just plain wet, the contrast. sticking out my tongue until a snowflake lands there, unsuspecting the tang of melt. the plop plop plop of stick and release as my shoes walk through an inch of wet mush. Soaking in the tub: Warmth and the scent rosemary sage like a goose dinner cooking my itchy feet soaking with my maroon shirts maroon water everywhere reading a used paperback as Nancy Drew exclaims, Fire! and the maroon tub draining red, red, red. 2009, December 23; Montana 129 |