Monday, April 4

i remember it well...

... standing in a field and feeling the wind going through my body.
The old leaves from last fall.
A bird trying to find his home.
A crack on the path from the weight of the snow.
A broken stump, probably from the last blizzard of the season.
And.... a stranger walking along the train tracks
on this grey, windy, chilly day.

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