A couple of days ago and around evening time, the three of us were saying the rosary (as usual). But I didn’t feel like closing my eyes or look at the sacred space, where a portrait of the Sacred Heart of Jesus hung, forever staring at his onlookers.
So I set my eyes to the only window facing the front of the house. Past a lace-like material hanging over the first steps of the stairways (and meant to keep the parakeets from going upstairs), I would see cars passing by.
The sun was setting but barely bright enough to cast some light of gold past the clouds of gray, rain clouds. I noticed that lots of cars were colored in white. But there was something unusual with the tinge of colors.
There was a cast of subtle purple or pink. And the hue was probably due to my eyeglasses sitting in an obtuse angle, up from my VERY low-bridged nose and away from my brows. I thought maybe the air was charged with electrified ions after a lightening strike might have made contact with the J—/Sensei CB.
I believe this had occurred because I recall the sound of the very subtle crackle, followed by a VERY bright flash through the sliding backdoor and upon Maw’s face, illuminating as she made a swiping motion with her right hand as if to to block out the brightness of the flash.
And in the past few days, I noticed how the attires of the news anchors on televised cable programmings are in the colors of red, pink or purple – ties, shirts, blouses, skirts, etc. I really don’t know why I notice these colors, considering how my weblog has taken on the background colors of muted purple and blues.
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