Clouds, by Britta Benson

Just a silly wee one. My quest today: Find out if one can stare into the sky for too long. I’ll leave the judgement up to you. Clouds Clouds travel like pros. No baggage, just water. Always, keep hydrated. Clouds seek no one’s approval. Do their thing. Sometimes subtle, pointillist blots, scattered in the mostContinue reading “Clouds, by Britta Benson”

Clouds, by Britta Benson

Every location comes with advantages and disadvantages, every place has its pros and cons. One of the many perks of living in Scotland is, that I can study clouds and rain whenever I please. You might think that’s not exactly great. Think again. It means the whole country is always coloured the most luscious greenContinue reading “Clouds, by Britta Benson”

Why it rains, by Britta Benson

Why it rains White clouds hang scattered, loose, above my head. These guardians of my darkening soul follow, catch and keep my worries safe, my horrors safer with my fears, until it’s time to hand them back in dribbles, drabs and silver droplets, fill my hollowed heart with life and hold their heads up lightContinue reading “Why it rains, by Britta Benson”

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