Reflections from an Open Window
Linda Raha's Writing Corner
I like the Caribbean blues. That mix of salt and sea is such good company. There is a blur of blue and green beneath a canopy of fluffy clouds. The clouds float, in a sea all their own. The breeze is brisk a reminder that time stands still for no one. It is best to
I waited for the rain to come; the clouds gathered and stirred, but still, not a drop. I waited, the sky a silver palette, deepening into a swirling, charcoal grey. I waited, as if for a ship to come into a harbor, seeing it far off, making its way. All at once it began, the