Morning Langniappe

Clouds over the Pacific Ocean this morning were pulled directly from the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel. They lacked only God, Adam, those fat little cherubim with the impossibly small wings plumping around the periphery, and the choir singing the chorus to Handel’s “Messiah”.

I love it when I’m inspired by things over which I have no control, and which arrive unexpectedly, a little langniappe* for the morning.

*lagniappe: LAN-yap, noun, Cajun French , a little something extra at no extra charge (think the 13th donut in a baker’s dozen).


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