Walk the rails under a high blue sky. Find the sag in the leaning fence, and step--carefully--over rusted wire. Follow a peninsula of blond grasses through a lake of loam, and come, at last, to the timber's edge where gray branches trace the sky and rose hips curl near purple canes.
Thursday, June 27, 2013
After "Watching"
And a rainbow--because we had enough rain out of those blue gray clouds to create one! Isn't it beautiful?
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