Sometimes I let my emotions get the best of me and it can be so much fun to be the Belle of my own little pity party; but things don't always stay down and dirty even when you start to like it that way. Right now, I'd say, things are looking up.
Sunday, January 20, 2013
Frosty small stone
The fog lifts like a blanket from a still sleepy bed and the sun is making quick work of the frosty sheets of ice encasing the twiggy fingers of the trees. It sounds like a rain storm under a brilliant blue sky.
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