Today I sat outside and watched the sky. I pretended to be Halle Berry in Their Eyes Were Watching God as she floated in the river. It's not hard to pretend you are floating when your head is a wee bit light to begin with. The sky was a rolling dance of layers, clouds upon clouds, small bits of blue sparkled through the breaks, followed by black shadows fringed in golden glow. It was incredibly comforting to watch clouds slip overhead, some to the east, some seemingly standing still, like so many layers of silk sliding across each other. The sky was doing the dance of seven veils for me. Birds flew, few in number, the breeze was cool but not cold. Solitude under the sky, a moment to just be. My little bit of joy to sparkle on my coil of Lenten musings.
To quote Thich Naht Hahn, "There is a cloud in my cup of tea."
BLD
Not the shot I preferred, but the one iPad suggests. Never let it be said that I don't work in concert with my equipment.
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