With apologies (slight adaptation of words) to Browning-
“Only the cloud’s obstruction shows aright
The secret of the sunrise, breaks its light
Into the jeweled bow, from the blankest white”
If you are so inclined: So the oblivious tree kept on growing at 45 degrees to the ground till some day somebody smacked some sense into it. That is when it did a sudden volte face and mended its ways (upwards i.e.)
Off to another annual Roy family tradition – celebrating Niki’s birthday on the beaches off Ft. Lauderdale. The big difference is older sister Tasha is not here with us (she is visiting Washington DC).
