A knock at the door
It’s a cool night come calling
Rustling of leaves
Now at day’s early slumber
Perhaps I can again visit those murmurations
The newly planted winter garden promises growth that has become impossible in the summer heat. Lettuces and such love this cooler weather.
Once again I will traverse to the lake where my little blackbirds swing and sway to the light of the moon.
It has been a long two weeks in our home. The virus which shall not be named visited us. It has left, but its mark remains on some of us (no taste, tired) . I was fortunate with minimal symptoms. Tomorrow I’m back to work.
Multiple exposures from 2018
Good grief! Hopefully sense of smell returns soon! Speedy recovery! Beautiful composition in blue.
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Thank you Alessandra. I’ve heard that taste can be affected long term with this virus. Very strange.
Yes it may take months.
Yes. I assume it made it more bearable.