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The birds nest, 14:14.
There are grey clouds above; I often hear people say, “How miserable”—
I think to myself, “But why?! I love grey clouds; Especially this time of day, mid winter. I have a stomach filled with delicious food, whilst I look over this bridge, to see the view. It’s often grey, but it is also white and blue, when the season’s change and the water reflects with time what is old and new. It reminds me that whilst I feel I am a petal, transitioning to wither; I am also a person in transformation. My heart still beating and my skin still warm”. I look where I choose, and I smile.
© Lois Christina
I think to myself, “But why?! I love grey clouds; Especially this time of day, mid winter. I have a stomach filled with delicious food, whilst I look over this bridge, to see the view. It’s often grey, but it is also white and blue, when the season’s change and the water reflects with time what is old and new. It reminds me that whilst I feel I am a petal, transitioning to wither; I am also a person in transformation. My heart still beating and my skin still warm”. I look where I choose, and I smile.
© Lois Christina
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