Mare's tails and mackerel scales make tall ships take in their sails.....

U is for Under.....

As in Under the weather, though not the 'under the weather' that most people associate with being sick---

Tonight, we were literally under the weather, under the attack, assault and destructive force of nature's pressure valve, weather.

I hadn't intended to write a post on 'Under', and most assuredly hadn't intended to write a post on weather, but, after the events of the evening, today's post practically wrote itself.

Tonight we were--

Under a severe thunderstorm warning
Under a flash flood warning
Under a tornado warning

Not sure who was more inconvenienced tonight by this dreadful weather, my associates and I because of the threat of working without power, or our customers who didn't like their shopping cut short by my insistence that they either leave or take shelter with us--- as in, they were no longer allowed to browse at their leisure, regardless of the approaching twisters.

I think we've been 'Under the weather' long enough.... this area's had more than its fair share of rough weather lately and it appears we have a bit more to endure tomorrow as well.

A to Z reflections....

Another A to Z challenge comes to an end--- another collection of posts and poetry have been written, another deep breath of relief is released. For my fellow bloggers that survived as well, it's another 'challenge-completed' notch carved into the writing desk. I've come to enjoy my yearly foray into the world of all things alphabetical. This was my third year, though it was only the second year I had a workable theme (which made the challenge substantially easier than the first year I attempted this challenge.) And, though my first year was difficult because my focus was so scattered, I found this year was more difficult because I lost the enthusiasm that came with the first year excitement----excitement which helped me plug along until the end of the challenge. Year 3 was a success in the sense that I completed the challenge, though, this was the year that almost wasn't---- Somewhere about a third of the way through the challenge, I seriously considered...

Bitter Honey

Weaving dreams of beguiling gold, a future's price for happiness. What secrets do you, determined, hold? asks the summer wind's soft caress. A guarded name, a hidden hope. Spinning wheels clutching time, grasping straw that falls away, What dreams may come, we soon may find, won't recall at end of day. A cherished life, a memory lost.

A million lives, beneath a single sky.....

Though our feet leave different prints,our tongues sound different words, there's a mirrored rhythm in the beating of our hearts. Though born in different worlds, our eyes sharpened 'neath different moons, there's an unspoken truth in the warmth of our touch. We may walk in different strides and dream different dreams, we may speak in different voices, maybe swim in different streams. It's plain to see, when dark night falls, as all the stars shine through, that underneath it all, there's no difference 'tween me and you.

From the Inkwell, From the Vein.....

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