Friday, 24 October 2025
Sensual opera
Sky really overcast with huge clusters of pigeons on the terrace across from us.. Drinking the little collected water there.. Sea a deep grey.. Softly rippling waves trembling across its expanse as if at once impatient snd excited to dance with the impending drops soon to reach home.. The ripples have intensified.. Fluid patterns awaiting embracing the seamless drizzle wordlessly lost in this mating dance.. To a pulsing music beating soundlessly within.. The clouds thumping like beating drums.. As if in celebration of this homecoming.. The sea rising in waves of gratitude.. and smiling froth.. the cool breeze unveiling for this joyous occasion.. Running free and amok.. With its invitation to one and all.. A sensual opera thats free magical and intoxicating.. the weather stupendous.. Really overcast with a light drizzle.. the sea a dark crestfallen grey.. As if unable to wait anymore for that torrential cascade.. and the sky vying between shades of indigo and blue.. Flitting hues of indecision.. and bittersweet parting..
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