There is something less than real
In the way the storm swells
The edges are less sharp
Blending into the undercoat
A landscape more watercolour
Than acrylic
The eye creating the distinctions
That no longer matter
The softening before the storm
I’m fascinated by the way water plays in shaping the sky and the landscape.
For more blurred horizons, my fantasy novel, The Guests of Honor, is available here. Its sequel, With Honor Intact, can be found here.
