Tuesday, December 20, 2016

'tis winter now ...

The sky prefers gray.  The trees have divested of cover and clothing and reach to the gray sky with naked branches.  Dampness permeates the winds and causes the trees to groan up high.  My toes tell me of their discomfort, my knees begin to ache with each step and I soon crave to be someplace warm and dry.

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