I am committed
Each day will be photographed
Haiku by haiku
yes.the weather paints us.you, a study of blue,while the scattering snow has whitened my horizon as far as the eyes can see.so glad you are here....
That's what the rain does when it comes while I'm riding my motorcycle. Stinging, so cold it's like hot little pokes with a needle. Blue? Gloomy makes folks see blue. Just imagine yourself above th clouds.Peace.
It must be raining all over the world...you should see it come down in the Az. desert right now. A good time to settle inside.