the temp drops with the sun now and the twilight time of winter is coming up against full spring. paddling the north shore of red rock lake, with a north wind, insured an almost clear path in the sheet ice, from cordova to the marina. i love this time of year when the tinkling of the almost crystalline crumb-ice and the bright sunlight refracted in the angles makes you want to never leave.
pursue some path, however narrow and crooked, in which you can "paddle" with love and reverence. - henry david thoreau (with obvious substitution)
Faye Webster - 'But Not Kiss'
5 months ago
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