Bright pink bolt strikes chord
Drowned out by following rain
Dawn disharmony.
cronechronicler
Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
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Makes me think of a dreary day with a flash of light.
That is just what happened outside my window this morning. Thanks for your comment.
I love the sound of rain! The burst of the words here matches the imagery you share.
Thanks, Christy. I appreciate your comment. I love putting a “word field” together but never can predict what readers will make of it. ❤
There’s been a lot of that here lately – some wonderful skies but lots of rain!
Rain instead of snow isn’t too bad for January here. 🙂
So beautiful and I am now thinking of this picture and what it means! 🙂
Thanks, Lynn.
This one is perfection, in words and images.
Thanks for your affirmation.