Sunday January 24, 2010

A flat white sky, against which the cackling silhouettes of pileated woodpeckers flap and dive. My nostrils prickle with the smell of rain.

4 Comments


  1. Thanks! This is one that I held off on writing for a couple hours — the prolonged percolation might’ve helped.


  2. I agree. The last week of posts are especially illuminating and vivid. Your ability to capture the essence of the moment in a few words inspires me to try for that clarity.


  3. Thank you. It’s good to know you’re finding some sparks here to light your own fires.

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