Memories: Winters are not all that bad, as we might make them out to be. It snows. It gets gloomy. But the puddle of warmth under a lamp or each festive light on a string, then, makes it so much more cozy.
The memories we carry in spring and summer and the yearning again for it in the fall goes in a cycle until the first snow showers.
The cycle goes on as we accumulate stories of cozy winters and distant celebrations gone by….
It snowed and snowed. The two chairs stayed together through it all.The gloomy sky pushed the imagination to kick in, just to keep going. Spring must be just round the corner…The string of tiny lights around the handrail sparkle joy…
Laying down staring at the sky whisks me out of this world into another one that is as deep as the ocean and as lovely as the sunshine! How I envy the graceful languid glide of the eagle blissfully basking in the blue depths!
The crimson sky, the deep blue sky, the wool gathering sky with clouds abound…
Faces in the crowd: I love to observe people especially on airports: what they look like, how they dress, what they are thinking. Imagine a thought bubble on every person passing by, and you will have a kaleidoscope of feelings, emotions and ideas! 🙂
"What do we ever know that is higher than that power which, from time to time, seizes our lives, and reveals us startlingly to ourselves as creatures set down here bewildered?" -- Annie Dillard
Madame Zenista 