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A new blog to contain answers to prompts |
Since my old blog "Everyday Canvas "  became overfilled, here's a new one. This new blog item will continue answering prompts, the same as the old one. Cool water cascading to low ground
To spread good will and hope all around.  |
| Prompt: E.E. Cummings said, “Peering from some high window, at the gold of a November sunset and feeling that if day has to become night, this is a beautiful way.” When you look out your window, what do you see when the day ends? -------- Florida sunsets, when it is not raining or storming, are very picturesque with all the red, orange, and yellow hues. Unfortunately and unlike the northern sunsets, they don't "linger." Actually, I feel lucky if they last 15-20 minutes. One thing I noticed though; the more stormy and rainy the day has been, the more the colors turn reddish once the dark clouds clear, as if the sky is embarrassed for putting us through the bad weather. When I look out from the window at the front of the house, I see the street and the colors in the sky from over the rooftops but only to the right side me. This is because facing the street, the west is to my right. My real treat is watching the sunset from the back. There are no windows on the back of the house, only four sets of sliding doors, each set for each room. The back of the house faces the golf course where the view is serene and beautiful, showing all the vibrant hues of the setting sun. There, the green I face is sometimes bathed in a golden yellow with the shadows of the trees elongating on it. The flagstick on the seventh hole stands silhouetted against the fading light, while the dew-laden grass begins to glisten, since the caretakers sometimes turn on the sprinklers late in the day. The mood is tranquil, and the distant houses surrounding the green appear as gentle silhouettes. Sometimes, if I slide open a door, I can hear the soft rustle of the leaves in the breeze. That is, if there's a breeze. At this time, gone are the golfers since this is when nature overtakes the sport and paints it into a breathtaking canvas. |
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