Alert says high winds.
Rising sun rims clouds with pink
Weather paradox
I hear wind howling.
Trees tossed wildly,Ā beaming sun
Teasing me to choose
Play it safe or go?
Take shopping cart, walk to store
Or curl up and read
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This is great! Curl up and read haha
Well, I decided to brave the wind and get my groceries after all. š
haha so glad!
“Alert says high winds.
Rising sun rims clouds with pink” I simply love the way it sounds. Sweet ring š
That is the “starter” line that first came to mind when I looked at the sky. I hadn’t considered how it sounded. Thanks for your “alerting” me to that.
Or curl up and read once you’ve braved the wind and got safely back š
That’s just what I did. The next two days were much worse weather-wise so I made the right choice.