Thursday, March 16, 2017
wolves
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
A lot of shoveling to do after the big storm. Heard the call of a red winged blackbird. Drove into town on snow covered roads. Couldn't help but feel a little like Dr. Zhivago, leading a troika through the woods somewhere between St. Petersburg and Moscow, wolves nipping at my heels. Active fantasy life.
signs of the times from rural Vermont
No comments:
Post a Comment