not much to say today. mostly in awe of the furious thunderstorm outside of my window, and patiently waiting it out before braving the walk home.
clouds that hang in the sky like a gauzy blanket, their dappled beauty a veritable william turner painting.
other days, they occasionally part & reveal like gaps in a lace blouse.
and after 9pm and heavy rains, clouds shuffle home and leave indigo streaks in their wake.