Cold and quiet, except for the sound of incisors chiseling a bone-hard walnut and the wind hissing through scattered marcescent leaves.
The view from my front porch every morning, in 140 or fewer characters
Cold and quiet, except for the sound...
This entry was posted in journal and tagged gray squirrel, marcescence. Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.
Both comments and trackbacks are currently closed.
