Seacoasts are not well know for open spaces. Especially in New England where they are smaller in size. In the evening, when it is quiet and I am left to my own devices, the silence of the night beckons. Imagine.
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
Fields Of Snow
Fields of snow. As far as the eye can see. Trackless. Pristine. That is what I want to see.
Seacoasts are not well know for open spaces. Especially in New England where they are smaller in size. In the evening, when it is quiet and I am left to my own devices, the silence of the night beckons. Imagine.
Imagine fields of snow. Expanse. Open. Cold, crisp, bitter air. Not a soul nearby. Nothing to taint the landscape. I think about this and what it must look like. Without the buildings. Straight ahead. I'll find my pasture. Soon.
Seacoasts are not well know for open spaces. Especially in New England where they are smaller in size. In the evening, when it is quiet and I am left to my own devices, the silence of the night beckons. Imagine.
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