Fly upon a blue sun

The glue behind the blue sun gave way. Its sole task was to hold the scissors. It had grown into this habit of giving up from time to time. The fallen scissors, with its ends sprawled across did not complain. But it was time to bring the blue sun down.

Today was slow, lazy, cloudy. The monsoons of 2010 will be remembered for the books that came with it. I have a few more lined up which should ease my passage through the coming days.

P.S. Before I left for work, I had this whimsical idea to take this shot. S had only just woken up with a bit of sleep still remaining in her eyes. I have to thank her for helping out with today's blip.