Camouflagedwrapped in winter cloudsfloating in search of thin sparkles of sunnot giving in to darknessthe sky is friend. No fiend, no foeunless it's pushed away from the warm sceneriesadopted by the heart.Stand high, sky! It's OK to be grayone day.
What a marvellous, beautiful, wonderful blog! Keep it up ...
Claude,indeed, one dayto be greyis okay.One more, though, seems like an eternityand camouflagedis Sean's serenity.[How, by Jove, could McSeanagall improve, when Madame Claude is occupying the saddle on Pegasus' back?]Sláinte! :)Francis,welcome to Omnium, and thanks for your kind com(pli)ment.Need I say that - traumatised since 1966 - I am relieved your first name is not Geoff? :)
I moved from Portland, OR where the skies looked like this for much of the year. Now I look outside my window in Halifax, NS and find the same sky view. Does it do this everywhere in November?
It takes November clouds to show you that there are a million shades of grey - in Canada, in Ireland, in Germany - a different million everywhere!
Very grey and ominous!
Those clouds do not bode well for sunshine! Nice one
Our sky looks just like that today Sean. Did you send them over?
A heavy sky indeed.
Susan,Not sure but I think it's in a way everywhere around this time in the northern hemisphere.Seasons do change, though (so far), human systems not.Francis,quite.And may I add that not of Roger Hunt I was thinking when talking about Geoff Hurst? :)Knatolee,ominous, yes. And still, fascinating, day by day.Why? Well, that would be worth a post of its own.Jams,lots of grey, these days. Time for our hearts/imagination to 'Let the sunshine in'.Ruth,nah, Mylady, this very clouds reached Seanhenge via Scotland. :)CherryPie,heavy, but nonetheless beautiful.Anyway, I (think I) know what you mean.