winter dream

Stillness. Quiet. Sunday morning solitude. Spring is tip-toeing towards us, hinted at by heavy dewfrost on delicate branches. It’s mid-morning, and fog lies wooly blanket thick over fields and highway. Somewhere above there is a bright sun shining. I look up and see the edge. It won’t be long. Soon this beautiful, soft, ethereal world [...]

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