The world loses itself in the fog trees ghost-like fading into the distance a numbing silence am I all alone? Pigeon ballet for a fleeting moment I wish I could take wing a feather is falling to the ground like a farewell. Too late I turn to go home.
You can see that after losing myself in the fog I was in need of a shot…a shot of colour that is! First tulips of the season and no, they’re not from my garden 😉. Don’t forget to pop over to Cathy to see the vases of my fellow bloggers. Wishing you a good week 🌷