On most days I walk once around the park and write 30 words about it.
Monday, 21 September 2009
Mount Ephraim, anticlockwise. 4.30pm.
Today clouds resemble: scales on the flank of a bream on the fishmonger's slab; greyish wisps of carded wool; mist on a mirror, or on a pond one cold morning.
2 comments:
Wow! Beautiful mental graphics!
The sky is like a never ending prompt box - there is always something there to write about.
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