Dawn clouds billow pink
Above crescent moon silver
Day morphs to pewter
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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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Lovely images!
Thanks, Dennis.
Beautiful Ina, I love the colours – the billowing pink and the moon’s pewter.
Lovely comment, Andrea. 🙂
Now, that is lovely – both the words and image created 🙂
Thanks, Eric.
I notice how much you love the pink in the sky, and all the colors. If I anyone asked my mom back then what her favourite color was, she’d say, ‘sky-blue pink’. That’s what I think of when I read about your skies ^_^
Thanks for telling me about your mom’s favorite ‘sky-blue pink’ color. That is a dear connection. ❤
Beautiful and I love the idea of pewter… works wonderfully. 😀
Thanks for your gracious comment. 🙂
Just gorgeous!
Many thanks, Lynn. ❤
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Love how you are observing the season so intimately. Signs of much vigour and life even in the wintry times.