Saturday, January 17, 2009


I awoke early this morning to a thick frosty air and a fog that had spent the night weaving icicles onto every branch of every tree, every blade of grass. It was magical. Even the long grasses had this ethereal wispy frozen look to them. The sun was barely creeping up, so I would guess, and there was just a hint of light to illuminate the whole landscape. I ran and ran and ran, just soaking it in.

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