Winter Solstice 2012
The sky was dressed in gentle blue and silver as this shortest day of the year rushed by.
I went out to read the sky.
It’s always changing, especially with high winds rippling the clouds. Some days the sky is an inverted lake washed clean with promises of new and wondrous things. Nothing stays the same. Change is always with us. Silver linings come and go against the duck-egg-to-cobalt range of longing to joy.
The sky forever paints the palette of our emotions for us, with extravagant generosity, if we care to pause and see.
The Wistful Dragon 
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