~~Fogged and dreary rising;
the weather's disagreeable too.
Awake too late, eyes open, scrutinizing sleep.
Fatigued, not tired. Why? I haven't a clue.
Seldom works, that senseless habit, enumerating sheep.
Adding insult to injury, I believe I dreamt, a ewe?
What a bizarre way to begin one's day;
much less, stretched across two.
Weather guys preach prediction;
Nay, they ALERT, ADVISE, and WARN,
more wintry white stuff approaches.
Alas, my view only precipitates scorn.
Cold rain, go away!
To you, I've no more to say. ~~
As you can see, the white stuff did make an appearance, a brief, gray, and wet one; so I added my own touch of surreality, by boosting the color to the max. Would have needed a bigger box of Crayolas to get any more out of this one, the file was just too lax.
Thanks for the words on the box turtle carapace. I have another one waiting in the wings; still life insurance for a different rainy day. Donna asked, "So, just what DO turtles pine for?" I don't know, but I'm willing to wager it's not lying on their backs counting sheep, stars, or snowflakes. :D
Finally, as a few have undoubtedly noticed by now, I made a commitment to myself at the beginning of the year to expand my vocabulary and advance my creative(?) writing skills. Both had taken a turn for the worse quite some time ago, along with proper punctuation, grammar and, most critical, thought. Oddly enough, this world of brevity we now live in, with Facebook, Twitter, SmugMug, and so on, is where I happen to spend most of my writing time. It sort of goes against everything these sites were designed for; so excuse the long-winded captions, comments and silly prose. It's just my way of expanding what I knows. Of course I take none of this too seriously, just like my photos, and anything I put out is open to comment, criticism, or cajolery.