Clear and cold at dawn, with a crescent moon tangled in the treetops. A tiny white prayer flag flutters from a branch: some vacant cocoon.
The view from my front porch every morning, in 140 or fewer characters
Clear and cold at dawn, with a crescent...
This entry was posted in journal. Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.
Both comments and trackbacks are currently closed.
