I drive down Crystal Valley Road this morning toward Stagecoach Road and I-430. It is 7:30 a.m. Rain storms blew through yesterday. Their passing leaves new intensity in the colors of the buds and blooms just peeking and peaking. The early morning light suffuses the trees with an incredible, almost delicate, aura. It enhances the greens, soothes the blacks, and adds dimension to the browns and grays. The tulips reds sparkle with remnants of the rain and the last of the lavender hyacinths droop becomingly.
I might well enjoy this display of nature’s glorious color wheel but for half-mast eyelids at this ungodly hour of the morning.
Today’s Hint Fiction:
She rose slowly, the stranger’s arm supporting her efforts, her grazed hand held firmly in his, her scraped knees showing through jeans bloody and torn.
‘Thank you’, she said. ‘It seems my curb-inspired flying lesson has failed.’