5/05/2010

Feel

Fat flakes fall and bitter winds beat against my window pane as the stockpile of spring runoff reaches it's potential. Clothed in white once more to turn green and then gray the river smiles and is thankful for the bounty it is to receive. Sometimes it's too much and others not enough, but always just right when the sunset comes early and it's time to head home.

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