November 26th, 2006



The night slips away like the waxing moon that was quickly swallowed by deepening overcast. There could be rain today, and there will surely be chill. If there is no rain, the valley will most likely vanish below fog, leaving the ridge jutting into a gray sea. I heard geese overhead a while ago. They are returning just in time, it seems. Winter swiftly flies at their backs.

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