I took myself out for a midnight ski... Cold crisp air chilling my nose the shhhhhsssshhh tap shhhhhsssshhh tap of skis and poles on the roadways still snow-covered Stopping at my favorite spot where the river makes its way to the lake - with snowy rock-caps, the rush over the tiny rill upstream and the burble among the rocks below. the stirring in the trees as the wind rose and fell the scudding clouds yielding a glimpse of the half-moon nearing the western horizon then home, leaving skis on the porch and boots by the door to await the next adventure.
Posted on: Tue, 27 Jan 2015 05:37:19 +0000
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