Found this on my front step yesterday morning as I collected the newspaper. Went inside with it and listened to a few versions of Blue Skies while thinking about the symbolism of the white feather, its arrival. Still letting it sink in. Walking with the moment of the arrival of the white feather, humming Blue Skies through the day. Most partial to versions by Ella and by Susie Arioli at the moment.
I love that pic. The mood.
ReplyDeleteThanks Brenda...my only reader...haha! ;)
ReplyDeleteI love the grays, the gray blues, the white...carried me into all sorts of writing, that photo did. So cool when that happens.