This Is Us

Crochet artist who is an avid reader, who contemplates & scribbles her thoughts to share..... The skies stay grey here.....darkening sometimes, funneling.......storming..... Water below catches the pageantry uneasiness as high tide....rises up, crashes hard...frothing up as rabid fangs. Ocean tries to mirror the reflection by turning into a metallic liquid that looks menacing, uninhabitable....sequestered. Sky is desolate & life in water quivers deeper to survive...day after day There are but only flickers of calmness..when the sky cracks up to let in the sunlight....encompassing the entire planet in gold. Water returns to it's candor of cerulean beauty...........................briefly. Breathe, breathe, bre...