floats the ever changing theatrical splendor of water and ice upon dust.
Dare I say all of us have at one time been constantly captivated
by these endless acts of atmospheric stage?
I must say for better or worse I have yet to lose my
fascination with the cast of grey monsters, pewter butterflies-
objects to push and pull into the confines of my imagination -
or sit back, let go, chin arched-play dates, matches and meetings aside -
and watch with eager anticipation.
Slight side:
"Wonder" by color of clouds
