This morning the moon faded slowly as sunlight filled a new day. Now she is late to rise. Once more the darkness is pinned to the night with a million million stars, high above, far away. Cold, beautiful night. We are all of a curl and a soft fall of fur by the fire's side. Dreaming cats.
Beautiful image. You paint with words as well as you paint with pigment.
ReplyDeleteThank you! TK's mom
Spring will soon arrive we think.
ReplyDeleteI discovered your site by accident, but oh, what a happy one....I have been digging back in your archives and old blog.
ReplyDeleteYour art is lovely and you cats are wonderful.
Have you bookmarked to read daily now.
Birmingham - the one in Alabama in the USA.
What a cosy place to be, all in a curl by the fireside.
ReplyDelete"We are all of a curl and a soft fall of fur by the fire's side. Dreaming cats."
ReplyDeleteI can see them there too, the slight rise and fall of their breathing and the heads covered with a paw and slightly turned upside down - with the tail curled neatly around them too. Wonderful to see them asleep, so perfectly comfortable.
Sweet dreams cattypusses!