Early morning, clear frosted, crunchy palisades with crisp edges stand on flat water, shimmering. Bridges are sturdy steel turns golden, trains glide over a bed of white. Feathery branches, open sky. Stalwart brick towers respirate clouds and dralas. Cheerful solstice!
Silent for a while, I’ve been in a late fall mood. I’m a summer solstice baby, born the brightest day of the year, and late October through late December are my winter. There was a tough virus going around and […]