Autumn steadily deepened around me.
The sky opened up, the air clear and crisp,
the clouds like beautiful white brushstrokes.
~ Haruki Murakami, Killing Commendatore: A Novel (October, 2018)
Photo: Matt Champlin with Brushstrokes
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exactly. what perfect words to describe this –
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Yes!
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That is my morning!
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I’m hoping it is. Still dark here!
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Mary Oliver is impressed 👏
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I bet!
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Stunning! Miss those crisp, autumnal NE mornings…
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I bet you do!
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And I bet puppies do too!
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They almost don’t resemble clouds… At least, not those I’ve seen!
“the clouds like beautiful white brushstrokes.” A perfect description! 🙂
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Agree!
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Awesome brush strokes of the whiteness of the blue skies. Lovely picture.
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Yes. It is.
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Yes
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Beautiful 🍁
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It is! Thanks
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Reblogged this on It Is What It Is and commented:
Amazing … the beauty of nature can’t be denied!! Beautiful …
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A (very) short chapter of this wonderful book! This is, incidentally, the weather we have for weeks now…. isn’t it divine?!
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It is!
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