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Penticton palette #2

January 13, 2010
It’s a mild, murky mid-winter morning.  A pale, thin gray sky reaches down all the way to the ground, wrapping the city in a super-fine mist.  Sharp edges of melting lava-rock-pitted snow are lined with grainy black grit. The world is eerily silent, holding its breath.

Christmas decorations on lawns and roof-tops, weeks past their season, stoop over, tired and bedraggled.  But look!  Here is one lone string of still-plugged-in lights, small summer-sky-blue bulbs flinging themselves with abandon through bare tree branches, gleefully mocking the grimness of the day, as they sparkle cheerfully in the gloomy silence.  It’s a delightful, dancing kind of day!

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