Musings on writing, life and the written world of story by Paige Crutcher
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Starry Heights and Golden Throne
It's raining here. The roads are blackened from wet, the newly bloomed sprigs and leaves hang heavy as droplets cling. The sky overhead is gray, full and banking on dreary. But there is something soothing to it all. A nourishment that makes me grateful to be here, witnessing the flowers bathe and the trees drink tall.
It reminds me of this:
Be gentle with yourself today - there is peace in the air, if you only allow it in.