If I was feeling greedy (which I am) I would ask for crisp, cool air and the scent of harvest, with a promise of moisture. A spray of salt water would be sublime.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Less Words, More Colors
Sometimes I get tired of words and just want silence. Silence in my head and peace in my heart. And green. My soul aches for some green, with shades of red, orange, and yellow...and a slice of blue.
If I was feeling greedy (which I am) I would ask for crisp, cool air and the scent of harvest, with a promise of moisture. A spray of salt water would be sublime.
If I was feeling greedy (which I am) I would ask for crisp, cool air and the scent of harvest, with a promise of moisture. A spray of salt water would be sublime.
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Maybe you could paint what your heart desires! You could do that.
ReplyDeleteI don't think I could do it justice, so I pasted in a photo.
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