Rose-tinted

A pea-souper of a day, could not see the time on the clock-tower this morning.

Coulda, woulda, shoulda gone out and caught the unusual light first thing, had I not been writing from before 7.00am till now with only a Blip-break to stretch my legs. A first for me, I'm a morning writer but not usually such an early riser.

Perhaps that accounts for the rosy hue I perceive here, just above the line of the hills. Happy, happy, happy. Can you see it too?


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