Monday, March 31, 2008


This morning I woke up to my very own Rothko, courtesy of Mother Nature and the one hour time change. Rothko's probably wouldn't have been so matchy, but I stood there in awe of the striking colors. It was spectacular.

I kept reminding myself of the old sailor's rhyme:
'Pink skies at night; a sailor's delight. Pink skies in the morn'; sailor's be warn.'

I prefer to think it signifies a great week ahead.

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