Looking up into the sky this afternoon…I see a significant number of clouds shift direction…in their fullness…as if the angels had added astronomical amounts of fabric softener to these cumulus fabrics of softness in the heavens. With a touch of gray color in the embodiment of their singularity…these clouds seem to make a statement…that it could well be a laundry day for angels. Robes flowing in the heavens…clean…unsurpassed purity…traces of water still held in the seams…emotion…as air in its time…promises rejuvenation of beauty to its original state. It is a day…such as this…when thoughts of laundry…bespeak new meaning…create genuine vision…in accordance with our angels' friendship.
A fine analogy, John. And, on the subject of angels, I honestly do not know where I'd be today without them having "saved" me time and again. Thank you. Love and best wishes to you,
this is damn unusual! and I love anything with weather and cloud references. This is one of the most original ways of making a poetic comparison I've ever read -- and funny with the references to "laundry" I plain like it.
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(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
My new favorite of yours: keeper!
Thank You for sharing
Peace be with you
William
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Karen
Regis
Well done.
Georg
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