Minus twenty-five this morning
and not much change through the day,
except for a beautiful dusting of snow much of the morning.
Beer?
The writer, contemplating.
The trail I meant to climb, before the snow. And the cold.
And the writer, again contemplating.
Your writer is contemplating just about the same way I do...lol. Love that last shot, and envy you all that snow. I came to love it when we emigrated to Ontario, and still find myself missing it.
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