Sunday, on our way home from Carson, Washington State, we stopped in Stevenson at my favorite park.
It is where one can cross an oaken bridge to a little flower-strewn meadow. From there, stone hewn steps lead to a small lagoon where the beach is strewn with blue rocks. I once met a dragon there. (grin) It is a magical place.
The clouds were boiling overhead, but the river seemed calm. A gentle breeze blew and I began to feel whispy drops of rain. "Time to leave," I thought with a bit of reluctance, glancing toward the opposite side of the Columbia River.
I wasn't a bit surprised to see that cloudy angel waving at me!
Have a beautiful day!
