Still

When I step outside, the midday air is frigid and preternaturally still.

I don’t need a forecast to know a windstorm is brewing.

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The weak December sun shines through a thin milky veil,

giving zero warmth to my upturned face.

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Billowing white wisps of cloud skirt the horizon.

Their gentle symmetry belies what is to come.

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I see my breath float in the cold tranquility

as I stand on my frost-covered deck,

scarcely believing it will be +5C by morning.

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Nothing moves.

Nothing makes a sound.

Peaceful, but…

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…an eerie sense of what is impending looms,

a premonition of the gathering gale

far out at sea..

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…and with it, the inevitability

of this quiet calm 

vanishing by nightfall.

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*Travel Theme: “Still”@wheresmybackpack.com

The Sky’s the Limit

Ailsa’s photo challenge this week is the Sky.

Here are a few of my personal favourites taken by our home here in Newfoundland.

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Last Winter
x 2
x 2
golden sunset
golden Autumn sunset

 

January Sunset
January Sunset
January 2013 002
x 2 – notice the ice in the bay
Hot summer night sky came out looking like Armageddon!
Summer sunset sky came out looking like Armageddon!

Husband must have stood on a small hill because he isn’t that much taller than the rest of us. 🙂