Once the crows had gone, and their boasts and threats faded, the placid hours of lengthening evening passed. The other birds returned and filled the fading world with their gentler chirps and trills, until they too fell silent, settling into bushes for the night with a final fluttering of wings. The intermittent mist gave way to sprinkling rain, and then a steady shower which sent rills to sing accompaniment to the chorus of wakened frogs, filling the darkness with a cheerful sound. Everything now flows toward spring.
Winter in Flight
Once the crows had gone, and their boasts and threats faded, the placid hours of lengthening evening passed. The other birds returned and filled the fading world with their gentler chirps and trills, until they too fell silent, settling into bushes for the night with a final fluttering of wings. The intermittent mist gave way to sprinkling rain, and then a steady shower which sent rills to sing accompaniment to the chorus of wakened frogs, filling the darkness with a cheerful sound. Everything now flows toward spring.
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52/04: Later and Later
Oh the relentless sunny days reminding me of what I don't do anymore. Like write journal entries on time and remember to post them. It's not that I'm…
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52/03: No Salt, Sherlock
Loosing track again. I think I'm running at least a day behind, but behind what I have no clue. And last week I was a day ahead. One would think I'd…
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52/02: I Knew
Dinner for breakfast again, following morning at midnight, and a wish to still be asleep. My brain feels like a muddled Miró, comically scary though…
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