Saturday, March 26, 2011

'to remember me that it won't be long'


the next day dawned cold and sunny
the power was on too

the branches made a musical clatter when the wind rushed through them

the ice underfoot crunched

the late March sun melted the ice into what sounded like a rainshower in the woods

the tress were sparkling


I was spellbound

a thousand pictures and a million words could not do this day justice

wish you were here

and in a very short time it was gone

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