Beauty cont.

by | Sep 5, 2011 | 1 comment

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.


September 5, 2011

1 Comment

  1. Anne D

    Exquisite metaphor. Thank you for sharing this.


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