Remembering Amelia
It was love at third sight!
The rain came pouring for the first two days I was there, but then (just as I was about to go mad and drown like Ophelia), it happened: the sky lit up in bright hues of gold, pink and crimson, and I collapsed on my knees, in a state of uncontainable rapture. Oh the irony of it all: despite my sinking, I wanted to get high. Thank goodness my trusty new drone was within reach! I sent it up, just high enough to catch the reflection of the burning sky in the still waters of the pond that lay in front of me.
Remembering Amelia
It was love at third sight!
The rain came pouring for the first two days I was there, but then (just as I was about to go mad and drown like Ophelia), it happened: the sky lit up in bright hues of gold, pink and crimson, and I collapsed on my knees, in a state of uncontainable rapture. Oh the irony of it all: despite my sinking, I wanted to get high. Thank goodness my trusty new drone was within reach! I sent it up, just high enough to catch the reflection of the burning sky in the still waters of the pond that lay in front of me.