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| It's a beautiful day! |
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I don't need to go anywhere,
and the snowblower is broken,
so it's time to ski! |
More fun in the flakes! Do you embrace or decry?
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The monochrome world.
But this picture doesn't properly tell the story. |
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That's more like it.
The flakes were driven into my face by the northwesterly wind. |
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Knowing what is close and far is easy
since contrast fades as the distance increases. |
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Do you also hear the narrow bridge calling?
"You can make it...slide down the hill and across me." |
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| The view from across the bridge and up the hill on the other side. |
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| It's a beautiful sun-shiny day! |
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| Hope I have enough sunscreen on. |
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| One track up, one track down. |
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| Where is everyone on this fine day? |
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There must be at least 50 shades of gray in this picture.
Perhaps that would be a good title for a book about cross-country skiing. |
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Time to head back home.
Sometimes gloves are not kind to fingers.
I should have worn my mittens. |
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Yes, it is snowing, and there are flakes the size of houses.
Some of them look like google-eyed men with long noses.
And a small beanie. |
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| It's always easier to follow your track back home. |
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| Especially when you keep your skis in the tracks. |
Interesting how the same narrative can engender multiple reactions. Some will be glad they can experience this, while others will reconfirm their decision to avoid it altogether. A few will wish they could share the joy, and yet another group will lament being trapped in an unforgiving climate they don't believe they can escape.
Which group is yours?
