The moody sky continues to brood; the snow within still a distant dream. The earlier dusting is ethereal and thin, like my breath in the crisp air…here for a moment, then gone.
Though it was completely cloud covered on this November day, somehow a sliver of rainbow appeared in the sky! If you look closely around 10-11 o’clock, you can see it too.
The lake was overflowing that day, but this traveler seemed to think the conditions were perfect.
The beach at Wells Maine, one early October morning before my 9 hour drive home, alone. It was almost like the sky reflected the mood in my heart.
The ice receded, though some people saw snow fly this morning. Rain, mud, and decaying vegetation all around. Spring has come. Now I wait for the return of my beloved Winter. Gone, but never forgotten.