Writing daily about my journeys through books, movies and plays along with poetry, story, or an occasional wander into ideas, opinions or rants.
Waters lightly frozen,
dusted with frost
a canvas for the sun.
“December’s wintery breath is already clouding the pond,
frosting the pane, obscuring summer’s memory.”
~ John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
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