Bleached out frozen Sunday morning
After getting a full night sleep, which I rarely do, this morning I am greeted by a dusting of snow and some ice on the window. The sky is clear blue and the light outside has a bleached out quality. The wind rattles the windows and plastic bags blow down Eleventh Street, one bag catches in the barren tree across street and blows in the torrent of air like the flag of some garbage country.Nancy Sinatra sings "These Boots Are Made For Walking" from my speakers, and I wonder when those boots are going to walk all over me.
JB aka JayBee created this post at 9:40 AM.
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