I Won't Tell A Soul

The crucifixion of a secret is the tongue. You must be close to me with that rain.  Good shot.

In Michigan it was more like sleet, been kinda snowing for a few days now. Yuck. I was at the post office at 9am sharp and snapped it.

We had a tornado touch down here yesterday, followed by a severe thunderstorm when our 70 degree weather hit the 50 cool air moving in, causing massive flash flooding.  Then wind gusts were up to 50 mph last night, making sure there were downed tree limbs and paraphernalia scattered across yards this morning.

Good times!

Damn. Stay dry and safe.

loved the pic.. the backmirror says something of the dimensions crossed..as if hauntingly so forever.. verses combine at ease the narrative's seasonal impressions.. the phase transitions so melting into nothingness.. its treading tracing droplets like memories.. a remnant to be lost? or ..in latent embedment..juzme , the extended thougts from your pithy striking brevity & insights Nik..the tongue n secrets are a very classic content to it. write on:)

Thabk you Uma
much appreciated!!
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I truly never know what I mean
99% of my stuff writes itself
Thank you for the fabulous compliment
you make me blush!!