Problems always seem to recede into the shadows when I take a walk at night. It's hard to maintain vigilant focus when you're tucked into all those deep blues, blacks and greens. I can't feel too bleak when windows and streetlamps splash all that gold light around. If the day favors reality, night leans toward the imagination, mystery and dreams. (And a smooth, pearly moon is a nice counterpoint to a sandpaper day.)
8 comments:
This makes me feel all warm and cozy. Somebody needs to write a song about a pearl moon!
Sandpaper day. Indeed.
Nice night.
I arrived at the place where I can recognize your images before I know which blog I'm looking at LA.
That's a good thing.
a blue moon
I remember back in the day you use to come in and say hello in the last comment.I miss that tradition. It kind of kept us all connected
Pearly moon and sandpaper day. Great name for a book or story.
Thanks, everyone.
PA, I hope you saw my latest comment. You are so brilliant adn the latest is grand, grand, grand!
Wayne, thank you sir.
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