|Here comes the sun...|
Brrrr....so cold in here, stumble down the steps bleary eyed-
Feel for the light switch, fingers numb- ahhhh, wait... Here comes the sun
such a delicate glow
|Or is the glow from the inside fearlessly showing itself in this gentle light...?|
Granny's rag balls, now high and blissful art in shine, in shadow, in morning.
|Out my back door- see how the feathering white finery settles;|
visible for just this occasion... for you Mom.