Saturday, February 19, 2011

Winter Writings: Day 60

Grey clouds, pregnant with rain, sail along the river leaving grey shadows playing on the white-capped waves. In the sky, a flock of starlings wheel and spin in choreographed dance before seeking shelter on the bridge and huddling close for comfort and warmth. A wedge of Canada geese dive from the sky and land with noise and fanfare in backwater eddies, seeking shelter from the coming storm. A gentle rain begins to fall and suddenly the dark grey day blooms with umbrella flowers and oily rainbows in the streets. I turn my face to the sky and raindrops plant small kisses on my cheek that wash away the clutter from my mind. My soul sings with the energy of the rainbow in the eastern sky as the sun is born again.

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