I paint
in quiet for some time every morning near a big window that faces southeast; I
get the sun all day, all year long. On this perfect morning, I became aware of
the sky moving past my window. White clouds tinged with gray and blue
undersides. The wind advances the voyaging clouds-stirring and moving with
today’s jet stream.
I was
hypnotized by the allure, charm, delicacy of this buttermilk sky. I saw faces
of young women, old men, flowers, an angel, horses and cats.
The
puffy, billows of water drops form the earth’s clouds. Their mystique and
beauty have been the earth's halo for eons and beyond human words. I lost
myself as I and sky became one-a mystery, a secret, a hidden romance and dance
between the sky and me.
Georgia P.
Sept. 2019
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