The sky today was a tumult of clouds. I stood on a hill and looked west, where storm layered upon storm in all the colours of old water, old forsaken wishes; and then I looked east, at a gold-washed blue softened with white towers of cumulonimbus; and everywhere around me was a sodden peace.
I breathe the sky, it flows through me. Its moods, its memories. My heart is wrapped in storms, and dust from mountains, and sunlight, and chemical toxins.
(I am growing quickly disenchanted with keeping the new facebook page for this weblog. It seemed like a good place to keep links, but I am not very comfortable with the various energies around it. I struggle with facebook in general, and it may be that the new page is one step too far for me.)
(Today's photo has been processed with Kim Klassen's waterfront texture.)