The day got away from me. Errands here. Work there. Not a ray of sun to chase all day. So all I have are leftovers, like the rice crackers from the open house.
Once upon a time the birds chattered noisily in a neighborhood tree. But not today.
Magpies perched and cawed alerts. Where do they go on cloudy days?
Maybe somewhere above the clouds birds still soar. Maybe. Paintings of visions past are all that's visible beneath winter's gray.Day 27 of 365
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