Sketchbook: Shagadelic it was NOT
It carried the howl of unleashed rage, roaring through the trees, and across the fields,bringing its woes, screeching and ripping off limbs, tossing aside all that was in its way. As I snuggled under the covers slipping into my dreams it slipped in there too and I tossed and turned at the nightmare of a house with yellowish green shag carpets and peeling rotting walls.
So I woke up in a rather glum mood today and can't seem to snap out of it.
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You know what? I sure wish I had your talent to paint with words. Reading here is always an adventure and feast for the eyes and ears!
Feel Better!
This is the worst time of the year...but it does pass. Spring is just around the corner...hang in there.
If I were near by, why I'd take you out for a Cafe Mocha and a scone.
xoxo
Madge
That wind does discombobulate a person for sure. If I was near I would come by with my bottle of sambucca and then we could put some in the cafe mocha and eat our scones and have a laugh or two.
I hope you feel better!
Here in UK, we are having horrendous winds, and for a moment, i thought it'd blown one of my windows in. ROFLOL. took a moment to realise it was your sound effects. ROFLOL
GREAT concept my friend, the wind howling with the beautiful poetry. love it. x
I remember those gales ripping roofs off in the northeast margaret. I do like my sounds effects on the blog now and again :")