The rising sun again painted the sky red but just for the briefest moments. The colors soon faded away, to be missed until their ethereal return at the start of another new day. It made me think of the chorus of the song “Ruby Tuesday” by the Rolling Stones.
“Goodbye, Ruby Tuesday Who could hang a name on you? When you change with every new day Still I’m going to miss you”
Retired physician with interests in writing, photography, music, and astronomy. I have written multiple stories of life experiences, travel, and astronomy, and have been playing the ukulele for 10 years. My wife Fairy and I travel frequently to the Pacific Islands of Hawaii, and French Polynesia, and I have learned several of their native-language songs.
This blog will be a forum to share experiences with family and friends.
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