In an abstract frame of mind

Mirror, mirror.  (An abstract created from reflections in a puddle on the front lawn.)

Mirror, mirror. (An abstract created from reflections in a puddle on the front lawn.)

It is gray and windy here in the Bogs today.  But I got lucky.  When I stepped outside for my walk late this morning, I caught a patch of blue sky between the dark, gray clouds, and a few rays of sunshine streamed down for a minute or two.

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