Tonight the moon is a lambent sliver and I stand out on the
lawn with a sweater pulled over my PJs. The temperature has dropped and the sky
is a dark crystal and I am rapt by the way it gives light. Who could dream this
beautiful feast before me? The night covers the sky like moss laid down—moss with
holes to let the light through.
Wasn’t it just a few hours ago that I was dazzled by the
gauzy clouds—cotton pulled thin over a saturated blue? Who could dream this beauty?
Only One. Only One.
This is my day 12 of joining the 31 day-ers. They’ve ignited a fire and the flame of their
passion is contagious. I know myself too well to say I’ll post every day…but I
promise to try. If it sounds inviting to you and you don’t mind coming late to
the party (like me), you can read more about the wave at The Nester’s place.
She’s the hostess with the mostest.
6 comments:
I really like the word "lambent"....... and One.
"Lament" is a cool word, isn't it?:) we word people are always on the lookout for such choice morsels :)
That second photo is especially wonderful.
Do you know I was lying on the floor in front of my French doors ( something strange I do often after work--just to ground myself in home, I guess) feeling a bit down when I happened to look up and there was this amazing sky. It lifted my spirits.
I am constantly amazed at the way He loves the details. What a miracle worker He is!
I agree with Maureen about photo #2. Clouds are amazing!
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