When I woke up yesterday, it was hot, humid and hazy. I looked out the bedroom window and saw a sky washed with pink and mauve. I dashed out to the deck so I could stand under that marvelous dawn.
When I got outside I saw that the sky had spilled down to the earth, coloring the oppressive morning haze into a glowing pink mist. The picture just does not do justice to the magical light that bathed the gardens. I could have been standing in a fairy tale world.
The beds looked refreshed, even though I knew they were all parched, yearning for rain. Yet - for those few moments when the light was right - here everything was good and true and possible as I gazed on my little bit of the world through a fabulous, though fleeting, rose colored dawn. * * *
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oooh, a pink sky.
ReplyDeletemeemsnyc - it was really awesome.
ReplyDeleteI love when the sky turns that pinky-purple.
ReplyDeleteOne of my Debbie Downer friends told me one time that the sky only turns that colour because there's so much pollution in the air. :P Always one in the crowd, isn't there?
Kyna - bet she doesn't make lemonade when life gives her lemons either. Yeah, that sky/pink fog was magic!
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