Her Northern Skies: a drabble

It was one of those gray days, heavy with damp and fog. She sees everything through a new filter now, slower, thick with lost dreams.

When she first moved to the French Quarter she was told the way to keep everything new and fresh was to always gaze up at the rooftops.

Now she was thousands of miles away from that time. The weight of the past caused her to stumble on the cracked pavement. As she caught herself she looked up at her northern skies. Her breath caught at the beauty and held for just a beat too long.

15 April 2018
Sussex Coast, England



Watching Sunlight Dance with the Clouds

West Sussex ~ Photography by Robin Dalton

When you possess light within, you see it externally. ~Anaïs Nin

In the right light, at the right time, everything is extraordinary. ~Aaron Rose

All of us have a place in history. Mine is clouds. ~ Richard Brautigan

Another Day Out: Oxford

Head lost in the clouds
Heart beating in different time
This place is a song I can almost hear