Blowing snow plasters my boots, propped up on the railing. The creek is living in the past as usual, roaring with last night’s heavy rains.
The Morning Porch
The view from my front porch every morning, in 140 or fewer characters
Blowing snow plasters my boots, propped up on the railing. The creek is living in the past as usual, roaring with last night’s heavy rains.
The creek is living in the past…
Outstanding!
Thanks!