rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,
rejectomorph
flying_blind

Bright Gray

Afternoon was all drifting mist, beading new leaves and fresh flowers with fine bright drops. Glistening streets shimmered with reflections of clouds. Occasional showers of rain fell when darker clouds drifted by, but the rain now being warm with spring, birds continued to fly and sing, and to peck in the moist earth. With evening, the sky cleared enough to allow the waxing moon to alternately peek and hide, and illuminate the drifting white strands which trailed the soft storm. Now stars are out, and cool satin breezes brush the night, inviting the leaves to dance.
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