At 6:30 this morning it was a huge blue black scab. There was a softer blue bruise peeking out round the edges.
By 9:00 faint yellow, pink and mauve tones had appeared around the bruising. The scab had starting breaking apart.
By 3:00 the only reminders were a few thin white scars stretched far from the original injury.
The scabs will be back.
The weather reports overcast skies tonight.
Please
Ouch! Did you have a tumble in the rough?
Nope.
Looked up at the sky. Cloud looked like giant scab over the sky.
Just watched the sky through the day.
Sometimes I’m too obscure. :-P
That’s what I thought at first but then I second guessed myself because I can read too much into things.
Way cool none the less!
This is good. You should write more.
By the way, T - this is poetry. 🤣
Thanks both of you. :-)
It is poetry indeed!