The Morning Porch

Dave Bonta January 17, 2024 3

Five degrees and breezy. The creek still gurgles, low and slow, with Venus through the trees flickering like a candle in the wind.

3 Comments

Susan Spivack
10 months ago Permalink

Ah thank you again. Love “Venus through the trees flickering like a candle in the wind.”
1. Dave Bonta
  10 months ago Permalink
  
  Cheers, Susan. Glad that worked for you.
Kathleen Everett
10 months ago Permalink

Lovely

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