Friday, November 10, 2006

shades of blue


I could hardly keep my eyes open, but the snow wouldn't let them close. while a young woman with a bag made on an anvil watched Cinderella on her lap, a man answered a mobile with a ringtone he thought defined his personality, the snow kept on snowing, and the day showed itself to me.

2 comments:

Gill said...

The light looks mazingly beautiful on this picture

Jojo said...

Wow this is so lovely Angel - you and the snow - it's a love affair

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