Wednesday 27th May
.
The mist creeps in
Then crawls back out
Obscuring the land
Eerily grey about
The sun’s warmth is there
Trying to burn through
Turning the sky
A cerulean blue
.
Thinking of you
And missing you always
Love you sweetheart
Beloved Angel son
.
xxxxx
Mist rolls in over Man’s Head
The sea is there somewhere
A few groups on the sand
Misty harbour
But there is blue sky up above
Slowly, slowly the mist is dissipating
The Journey of My Left Foot (whilst remembering my son) 
What a lovely image your words bring to mind
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Thank you so much.
Most kind.
x
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I love these ethereal images….and your accompanying words. Janet 🙂
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Thank you so much for your lovely words.
Melanie x
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Love the mood in your “misty” photos. And yes there is always a blue sky somewhere…
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Thank you so much.
Appreciate it.
x
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