Tomorrow I will hike the Cobble with my naturalist friend. It is supposed to snow. And rain. And snow again. I will have to take mental notes and wait to write them until we are snug in the shelter, watching the birds that frequent the feeders and warming my toes on the heating vent. Perhaps a poem will emerge from the welter of words, or an essay. Perhaps the words will be like track lines in the snow, telling only part of the story. You never know, with words...
2 comments:
Well, this hike is something to look forward to because so often it's your words that are worth a thousand pictures!
Words have a will of their own, at times!
I look forward to reading yours.
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