winter

  • Say Goodbye, Mr. Snow Pile

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    I know you were the biggest snow pile by my home in years. A mountain, really. Quite powerful and treacherous. Mighty. You lasted, and grew through the winter. And I see you are still holding out hope. Your friends have all gone. It’s just you now. Your former glory: a memory. You don’t have much left. Don’t…

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  • On Rising With the Sun

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    If I were to personify the sun, I would find myself waking with a secret companion, hidden in plain sight. So obvious that she could be missed by each of us – especially my spouse, who is no morning person. The sun, my mistress rises before I want to, before I can even bring my…

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