Sunday, September 4, 2011

Beauty cont.


The day after the hurricane, on our way back from the library and playground, the skies in our neighborhood were strikingly beautiful.  Every single cloud in the sky was a weightless wisp.   I have never seen a sky like this in my life.  In the clouds, I saw a beauty born of surrender to the winds and torrents of the storm.

1 comment:

  1. Exquisite metaphor. Thank you for sharing this.

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