In one direction,
blue sky and the haze of sunlight in the trees. In the other direction, a winsome greyness. Frost on the grass like a spill of powdered sugar. Water of the pond is as still as glass, not yet frozen. Hope or despair. Live or die. Every day is a choice we make.
A good frost on the windshield of the car - a mute reminder that summer has ended. Its whiteness like silence.
Wind in the flag at the cemetery - from southeast to northwest. A great stretch of frosted corn stubble and bean ground and plowed field. A field white with seagulls.
The day starts to shimmer.
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