
a break in the rain sunlight hides behind the clouds the cool autumn air
poetry, prose, and photography
wind blows through these trees
memories awakening
tranquility’s song

the daffodilโs gaze
loving glance in the spring sun
a gentle breeze blows

set under the clouds
my city moves through the rain
while fueled by coffee
A rainy day here, just north of Seattle. One that brings me memories of northwestern Oregon. The winter rains in Astoria where my feet were my main mode of transportation. I guess that came from the heavy weight of the rain drops along with their coldness.
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snow falling
memories: moments of cheer
delights of childhood
Snow isn’t quite a joyous a thing as an adult as I found it as a child. Yet the echoes remain.
This is my contribution to today’s Word of the Day challenge, with today’s word “cheery”. I took a little liberty with “cheery”. I hope it cheers you, at least.
rain is predicted
delights pluviophiles
Seattle winters
As a live-long Seattleite, I hold a certain fondness for rain. One tempered with topical annoyance, and occasional despair. Yet, for the most part, I enjoy rain. The sound upon my roof. Watching the rain from a street-side cafรฉ, listening to jazz. So much of my life revolves around liquid precipitation.