i watch the tones of the sky change throughout the day.
the rain falls, and yet at times the sky is all kinds of shades of lavender and blue
reminding me of the wings of a dove. it is as if spring is trying her best to fracture
the overcast sky and let the sun in. there are moments when she wins and and i see her
for a fleeting moment. but the clouds hold tight most of the day.
i am confident she will not relinquish her rights to wake up of the earth.
and i am eagerly waiting. . . .