I adore Vivaldi. What he does resonates with my soul. As I was driving up a winding stretch of the coastal highway, a soaring section gave me a jolt. I felt an electrical charge come up the back of my neck. In another movement, which starts with an organ, then joined by a violin, I got tears in my eyes -- not spilling, but there.
It's the Winter Solstice, bless our planet and the life forms upon it. The sky was orange this morning. When I got out to Hwy 101, our Indian Princess Tamalpa in repose, Mt. Tamalpais, was shrouded in mist.
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Great sky! I enjoy all your photos and your description of where you are. Have a wonderful day!
I think Helen pretty much sums it up!
For some of us it's the summer solstice - bless our planet for being round, rotating and orbiting - for it brings seasons and the power of the sun to every corner.
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