w.atching the w.orld unw.ind

The wisps of rosepink-blushed clouds rapidly gave way to white-hot and smoky-grey tracer trails of vapour, left behind by the traffic leaving Gatwick.

Then the sun appeared, like an undercooked fried egg on the side of a Wedgewood plate, but the yolk gained strength and colour, lighting up the criss-crossing lateral lines from 'planes out of Heathrow, so that they formed noughts and crosses grids high above.

And the false dawn gave way to the real thing.

I love sunsets, but new dawns means a fresh start to the rest of my life, however long that may be, and I'm determined to enjoy it as best as I can.

A welcome e-mail update from my WebMistress suggests that the IE problems with my new template may soon be resolved? Some of you may remember seeing a sneaky peeky of the new 'un back in the summer, when the manifest problems forced a coitus interruptus and return to this boring old Blogger original?

I'm really looking forward to seeing what the final version looks like...?