by the river
I bend and worship
The sky is grey to the left, blue to the right. The day is cold. It was raining, heavily, early in the morning, and the air is washed. The landscape has been washed with January sunlight, and cold rain.
The hills to the left are showing their folds like the most magnificent eastern princess, fat, sensual, curvaceous: lying back and waiting to be touched, to be admired. To be fed grapes by gasping, drooling admirers.
To the left, the sky is dark. a rainbow cuts through the sky, illuminating my passage.