That sun was intent on going somewhere. As it left, tree limbs and leaves turned into darker shapes and shadows. I wasn't ready for that. So I chased the sun up to the roof, hoping for a bigger view of things.
Here's the bigger view.Colors took over. I wanted to jump into those clouds, join that movement of swirls in the sky, a quiet, high tide full of some larger direction--all of it heading beyond where I was.
Then. Something. Shifted.
A sensation, a nudge to what? I remembered that I was on a roof that belonged to a house. My house. I let the sun go. I stepped back inside.
Good to see you here, Jen.Delete
Stunning photos--and words to match.ReplyDelete
Patry- I've always loved the photos you've posted on your blog: Simply Wait. http://simplywait.blogspot.com/2011/02/malice-dark-valentine.htmlDelete
If you really wanted to feel the sun and the sky to be near you, then you must stay on your rooftop and watch them entertain you. I personally, love relaxing on my rooftop and see the sky change colors and watch the sunset.ReplyDelete
Hi, Kip. That's a good idea. Thanks for your comment.ReplyDelete