Sunday Scribbling: Miracle
Time passes. That is no miracle. That is what time does. Sometimes, the most mundane, ordinary things can seem like a miracle. Like, you can climb into a giant metal tube, sit in it for a couple of hours, and when you climb out, instead of leaden grey skies above you, you might see something like this: You lie down. You feel the warmth of the sun on your skin, soaking into your bones. You sigh. Many times. You begin to feel good. Really good. That is no miracle. That's what the sun is designed to do for us.
You spend days wandering from leisurely breakfast to poolside, to leisurely lunch to poolside - oh, with a trip to a beach for variety - and then out for leisurely dinners. You sigh contentedly. Many times.
They were made in May. It's now August. That is a miracle - or where I come from, it would be for sure!
That is my offering for this week's Sunday Scribbling prompt of "Miracle" Find some other, (perhaps more real) miracles HERE
HERE'S a LINK to a gallery of great photos of the sculpturesAnd there are a few photos of the site, with artists at work OVER HERE
Oh... Where was I? Carvoeiro, in the Argarve, Portugal, with my sister. It was lovely.