For a few days the sun shone bright. The sky was so blue. The window at Mr Griffith's house was a warm place to sit in the winter sun. We walked and the sky was full of birds.
Then the rain came thick and fast and with it the wind and both scrubbed the colour from the sky. Now as the thin light begins to fall from the sky the fire breathes and wind circles the chimney. In the house it is warm. Outside a storm builds and there is a sense of unease. We can smell the salt sea spray from the wild waves.
4 comments:
I am so impressed with your kingdom. The three of you are really something.
Tiggie, FOC
Wow, that must have been a sight to see with all the birds above.
That horned ginger beast is very cute. I like her nose, and the curious way she looks into the camera.
The blue sky and the sea picture calls to mind a favourite line from David Mitchell's CLOUD ATLAS:
'The sky's sediment had sunk to a place where all the woe of the words I Am dissolved into blue peace.'
Nice birdies too.
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