Here in Salford, the day is glass, reflectively crisp with a brittle veneer. But, as we look towards Manchester beyond Centenary Bridge, there are hints of the summer to come. Faint embers, glowing, offering promise to burst into flame.
Distance to fly; distance to burn.
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My ipad seems to be tired this evening. I guess it’s a photo with this post, but my ipad won’t show it to me. But I like the words anyway 🙂
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Yes, taken by a friend of mine. My city in the distance, lying beneath a sprawling, blue sky.
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I will check out the post on my computer when I can, maybe the picture will show up there instead. Sounds like a lovely photo.
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How lovely! I wish I could discern hints of summer here. Last night my hands were so cold as I grabbed the gas nozzle to stick it in the car, I could get the thing in!
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Things have turned cold again here tonight, too.
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