103: Whisper

by Danny James

The sky this morning, all Her best condiments expelling, presses forward a full blush of blue, and lays a soft latticework of fair-weather cumulus across her ambrosial nape, woven tightly and tighter still the further ones look adventures though not the least tempering of charms beneath. As alluring is an unblemished azure, blatancy dulls that whisper animates, and farsightedness prizes.

Bondi, 2013

Bondi, 2013