Like trumpets sounding ~ the geese echoe through the dense fog...
I anticipate the arrival of a barge cutting through the sheets of gray and blue.
She is out early this morning, recruiting me in her tenuous and persuasive fashion,for a slow, and yet exhausting jog.
I'll decline today, as I attend to the many do-nothings that bog down my schedule from time to time.
It's quiet now...like the first 4 inches of a snowfall.
The trees mimic the cobblestones in their drab ensemble - cold to the touch...
but warmed by the memories of the seasons that have passed, the voices they have heard...and by the Spring winds fast approaching.
Grasping at each glance ~as though it could be my last...wonderin' aloud to the possibilties that might lie ahead,I'll attend to my duties....All the while putting this array of thoughts to rest...for now.
Greg Sexton
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