Inspired by Grey Clouds: Shedding skin and growing the next layer

Chronicles of an Orange-Haired Woman!

My thoughts – scattered like strewn Mah Jongg pieces prior to building the walls – cannot shape themselves into a strong and protective frame in which to contain the wisps and shawls of mist, the phantasms and edgy spectres which have been released in recent days. I watch clouds, vast and pronged like latter-day dragons, cruising in grey splendour in the heavens, their eyes palely golden, their wings delicately edged with sun’s final fistful of deep flame sequins; I watch my Guardian tree, a vast Eucalyptus providing protection in the West. In truth, it is not mine (though no tree truly belongs to a single human, no matter what the man-made boundaries may claim). I watch it and feel the raw sting of its denuding, feel the sudden exposure of its branches – and am torn between delight in the gift of an increased view and sadness that this…

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