Wednesday, March 7, 2012
Brian knots up a striper with narrow bands of the blues, one a moody azure, the other an icy glacier. It is a metaphor for the weather of March, whose skies can be brilliant and summery, winking of June's flowery promise and July's warm embrace. But when the wind gusts, January echoes, and December's frosty grasp reaches out to hold us just a while longer.
Brought to Life by Nance at 10:44 PM