Too, I enjoy the dank smell of the rotting leaves I have left to lie beneath the wild plum bush outside my window. Along with the hint of wood smoke, it adds a pungency to the clean scent of fresh winter air. A few birds are about, too -- no warblers, but winter birds with squawks as sharp as the cold. I listen for their calls to be joined by the spattering of returning rain or the rising breeze by which it might be presaged. For the moment, the birds alone invade the stillness as the day dims toward evening.
Gray and Green
Too, I enjoy the dank smell of the rotting leaves I have left to lie beneath the wild plum bush outside my window. Along with the hint of wood smoke, it adds a pungency to the clean scent of fresh winter air. A few birds are about, too -- no warblers, but winter birds with squawks as sharp as the cold. I listen for their calls to be joined by the spattering of returning rain or the rising breeze by which it might be presaged. For the moment, the birds alone invade the stillness as the day dims toward evening.
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Reset Seventeen, Day Fifteen
Once again I've forgotten when I went to sleep, but I woke up around two o'clock in the morning. Tuesday was quite warm, and I kept the windows open…
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Reset Seventeen, Day Fourteen
I don't recall the exact hour, but it was well before midnight Monday, when I felt the sudden need for a nap. I expected it to last until perhaps two…
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Reset Seventeen, Day Thirteen
Didn't feel well Sunday, so I didn't do anything. Of course I never do anything anymore anyway, so just like any day. Except I sneezed more. It was…
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