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Thursday, 11 February 2021

California Dreamin'

Frozen fingers on branches of trees stretch up to the heavens. The sun lights them as glittering silhouettes, outlined against a thinly clouded sky. Peace.

The sun shines through the dirty panes of glass, backlighting the ornaments in the window. A Willow Tree Happiness girl stretching her arms out so that birds settle on them. She exudes openness, happiness and peace. A scattering of stones and pebbles gathered from a beach walk last summer, when I sheltered from a burning sun and revelled in the heat.

The words from the sixties song, California Dreamin’, play in my head. I can appreciate the beauty of this wintry landscape, while hankering after the summer sun.

I am grateful for today, and hopeful for tomorrow.


 

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