Wednesday, October 30, 2013

43:52 Looking Down

It is late in the morning
and the sun has just peeked out from behind the clouds
melting the light dusting of snow and making the roads shimmer.
A train's light blinks in the distance, then the whistle blows
as it comes curving through town on it's way to who knows where.

43:52 Looking Down

I am content to watch it pass through as I keep my perch here, high above my mountain town.  I am happy here.

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