I walked between raindrops,softly falling cool pinpricks barely wet, but delicious, and stirred up a storm of butterflies with rust and mustard and cream wings all a flutter around me, a beat, then two, then a pause to drink in delicious sunshine, all of us filled with glory and wonder and the love of autumn hues.

3 thoughts on “Today

  1. This entry brought back a few memories for me of an entry I made elsewhere on Walking the Goldfish, which I then sought out and re-published in my new weblog.

    Atmosphere is vital to good writing; I wish it were possible to find such succinct but poignant atmospheric writings with more frequency.

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