Dawn sky Jack Frost style
Fingers pull apart gray clouds
Paint pink polka dots
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Love that image of fingers pulling apart the grey clouds 🙂
I’m happy you liked it. Thanks.
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Gorgeous
Thanks, Lynn.
I love this! One of my favorite times of day is when the clouds turn charcoal and rose.
A wonderful description – “charcoal clouds.” I’ll think of this when I watch the sky in winter when the dawn sky has its most brilliant colors.