Tag Archives: winter

swirling

Snow becomes something else drifting across a highway in the headlights. (#999) Continue reading

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a half hour or so

Shovelling snow into piles reminded me of “King of the Castle”—a rough and tumble game we kids used to play on a snowbank. (#998) Continue reading

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after sun fall

This thought came to me after shopping for groceries this evening. (#997) Continue reading

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