With a Nod Toward Sistine

I stepped outside at seven to feel the temperature of the winter air on my bare arms. Now that rain has moved-on, a morning as blue as denim.

At my feet and on my porch was this happy visitor to the earth. A seed-pod hoping to reproduce with my welcome mat. Lost soul.

The blue of the manufactured denim fabric amuses me whilst the contrast with the organic seed-pod entices me.