Listen. Outside it is raining. This is not the fine rain of summer that falls warm from the sky. This is winter rain. The clouds mourn for the passing of sunshine. Harsh, cold. The sky is weeping. Inside we find ways to be dry, away from the noise and dust of the builders. On the bed we shine like the memory of fire, like pools of sunshine fallen to earth. We watch and we wait and we dream.
over here is it still hot!
ReplyDeletewe wait for the rain..to be expected tonight!
Gr. Anna
They look so snug... xxx
ReplyDeleteYes, winter is finally icumen in sing o bother cuckoo!
ReplyDeleteI like Manon sofa, much better than Manon Lescaut. Manon sofa with Cat is even better!
Steve was looking at Eqqus by Tim Flach. She was wondering whether She could take Tim Flach's way of looking at horses and apply to photographing cats.
ReplyDeleteThe rain stopped, the sun came out, and then again the rain fell heavy. With it all a strong wind blows.
Beautiful -
ReplyDeleteLove love LOVE your blog xx
Sam
That was very beautiful.
ReplyDeletesuch postings as these are dreamy ::sigh:: at times, i wish i were a ginger cat. xx zu
ReplyDeleteLovely post - wonderful words about waiting and dreams and fire :)
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