Cold with a heavy inversion layer. While traffic roars over the ridge to the west, the sun clears the eastern ridge, a silent howl of light.
The view from my front porch every morning, in 140 or fewer characters
Cold with a heavy inversion layer. While traffic roars over the ridge to the west, the sun clears the eastern ridge, a silent howl of light.
Cool, Dave! I want to read what Luisa does with it!
[...] In response to an entry from the Morning Porch. [...]
love this: ‘a silent howl of light’
Thanks! I was worried it might be too over-the-top.