midnight motorway noises

25 April 2008

looks like rain

Forty shades of grey - plumped, fluffed then rolled like craps across the blue-eye sky.

Softly stepping in amongst them wide-eyed, always surprised and sure to get lost in the layers, I remember home.

My gaze goes up high and through them: meandering and wondering, pondering my wanderings.

Cumulus curves. Clouds cuddle like no other.
gillyscribbles, at 2:20 am

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