As this big blue rotisserie turns me to once again face the fire’s molten golden orange rays, they excite Brownian movement by singeing atmospheric particles on their way to pierce a billion pin holes on mean free paths shuttered by the flickering irises of green chlorophyll filled filters yet dancing on black branches to illuminate the dark blood crimson bougainvillea before me into the backlit brilliance that strikes the sensors of blue and yellow that tile the bottom of the pool my eyeballs are.
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Yep.
My boug is in bloom and it is mesmerizing.
Nice post, Dood. This time of year, the morning sun is my favorite.
Hi Leslie,
I have been around the plant off and on all my life, but until this fall I never marveled at it so.
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