I drove down to Bellmawr today, to share a lesson with BW and his mother. I haven't seen them or Sergunchik in months, but I had a lighter-than-usual schedule this Monday, and saw my chance. (Also, BW called yesterday and suggested we do another showcase, and I couldn't resist!)
Driving down, I was fascinated by the sky. At one point, golden light poured through a break in some clouds high up, and the rays of light fanned out, streaking the clouds below with pale yellow and pink. It looked rather as though an artist had taken a brush and gently smudged the edges of the rays of light passing in front of the clouds.
When I was driving home, ribbons of tiny birds flew past over head, in undulating waves. There must have been hundreds of them, all talking excitedly at once as they flew up and down, around and through, gradually making their way who knows where.
The sky itself was such a beautiful color - a bright sky blue at the top, gradually becoming creamier and creamier until it became the palest of hues toward the horizon.
The drive to and from was so pleasant, in fact, it felt more like an hour than like the nearly three hours the clock stubbornly insisted the round trip had actually lasted.
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