Knitting stuff and going on and on.

Monday, January 01, 2007

A new year dawns bright and promising.

The sun is rising over the trees.

It seems that before the snow came yesterday, freezing rain had been there first.

A forest of creaking and crackling. Sparkling in the new day.

Trees once tall and proud, they now hang their branches under the weight.

Snow clings to ice, branches are buried.

Like shadowy dreams of themselves.



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