Weather Shout from the Corner

I’m just playing along with Pensieve this fine November morning.

The air is crisp and cool, my breath plumes as timid dog paws pick their way around frost dusted leaves. The sky is no longer the brilliant blue of summer, but promising rays of sun still keep Old Man Winter at arm’s length.

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#1 Cedar Posts on 11.22.08 at 6:03 am

Words to dream of summer days long since passed.

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