Tuesday, October 09, 2012

Looking Through

Sometimes, words are just de trop or too much, and this is one of those delicious mornings - the world is made of blue and gold and deep winey red.  Every single particle of it is filled with light and singing.

2 comments:

Sara said...

beautiful

Cindy said...

Mornings here in Kentucky are singing to me through the leaves, birds and crisp air.