DriftsThere is snow here. Snow, glorious snow. They had nearly a foot of the stuff, an it has compressed down some, now. There has been enough time past since the fall for the walks to be clear, and reasonably dry. It is all quaint, almost uncomfortably so.
I no longer know the rhythms of this place; I have failed to find coffee.
Tomorrow.
All content under copyright by the author. Dancing is permitted. The strange deltic glyphs in the sand under tidal flow are a pleasure to watch in their deepening. Offer not valid in Kansas. We put it down and then we lost it. It all happens in the corner of the eye. Mail accepted for the bears in the basement. We have a dog, but we do not own it. Thank you.