It was a misty December morning. Fog settled everywhere creating a canopy of whiteness - an invasion of sort by puffs of cloud. Sunbeam pierced the blanket of opalescence. Etching rays of sunlight. Creating a highway to heaven, and an illusory portal to the universe. The rings of sunlight drew focus to tinges of pinks & purples... Beckoning for attention. And how could one ignore? Such mesmerizing astral beauty. A visual interpretation of the saying, Behind the clouds is the sun still shining. Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;Behind the clouds is the sun still shining; Thy fate is the common fate of all,Into each life some rain must fall- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow,The Rainy Day, 1841 Snapshots by Russia Lei G. Egmalis 12.2007 Picture Story by ~Lepan ♥ 2007 Heck Hall, Brent School Compound, Baguio City Philippines
