Cold. Clear. Carlessly blue. Memories of clouds are brought along. Low flying cirrus look strange down here. Alaskan skies have come south for the winter.
They let their winds ruffle in the water - how strange that must feel. And they whistle through branches - oh, what a blast! Oooohooo! Wheeeee! They probably think that they’ll soon go back. But they’ll be just like me. They won’t go back.
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It's been so bloody cold this winter! I've stopped trying to complain about it and just save my energy for staying warm. Lovely picture, looks like my sky here.
Reminds me of another winter. Added an excerpt from one of my old newsletters to the blog.
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