Mental note.
This morning as I opened the porch door and stepped out into a gray rainy morning and gusts of bone-chilling wind...I had a vision.
A vision of a lavender-coloured mid-sized truck.
It wasn't just lavender, but lavender-fading-to-white; sort of gradient.
It glided past me, silent and mysterious - as if moved only by the force of the wind.
And suddenly the world has gained an edge of wonder...
* To whom it may concern: I intend to include this strange and sudden encounter in "The last thunderstorm ever" *
A vision of a lavender-coloured mid-sized truck.
It wasn't just lavender, but lavender-fading-to-white; sort of gradient.
It glided past me, silent and mysterious - as if moved only by the force of the wind.
And suddenly the world has gained an edge of wonder...
* To whom it may concern: I intend to include this strange and sudden encounter in "The last thunderstorm ever" *