It rained in the night, good heavy rain that drummed on the roof. Everything was wet this morning, but the sun shone through puffy little clouds. On my walk to the beach I met an old friend who has been caring for her frail partner. I asked how she was, and learned that her husband had passed away two days ago. We talked for quite a while, in the bushland, under the puffy clouds in the hide and seek sunshine. Birds called around us, waves splashed lazily onto the beach. Life is change.
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A beautiful, ever-changing skyscape – a perfect simile.
yes, you put it onto words so well, thank you dear friend 🙂
Nice how people and things compliment each other, isn’t it? 🙂
Just beautiful, Chris. I am really enjoying your photos and thoughts.
great to hear from you judy, so glad you are enjoying the blog, it is mostly just what i see around me 🙂
I suspect you were the right person right time for your friend.
yes Gilly, it was well-met this morning 🙂
Excellent post my friend 🙂
thanks jake 🙂
beautiful!
thank you for your lovely comment rois 🙂
You paint a wonderful picture of two friends meeting and sharing, under those puffy clouds. I’m sure you were a comfort to your ‘old friend’ in her grief.
Such a beautiful post
Wonderful metaphor! And beautiful images that complement your words..
Beautifully written. Your photos show the light and darkness of the moment.
Such striking contrast between the sadness of your story, the hopeful tone of your message, and the brightness of these photographs.
thank you for your comment myra, the post is all that you say, just like life 🙂