The clouds part - we go out!
The bathtub is full.
It's time to play and leave our troubles behind.
We bob and splash in our little green and yellow row boat.
Dwarfed next to the shiny big boy toy.
The season is passing, we are wistful under the November sky.
Then we see her - sitting tall and proud.
Blessings of nature still abound.
It is good luck sign to come under the watchful gaze of the heron.
As we walk the plank and take that last look back....
we say a prayer for all those who are not so lucky.
