Whisperings on the Land—- Sunday, December, 22, 209

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I love to take walks….walking here and there; day and night

There is always something interesting to see, like this perfect circle of ice

Or the geese wing swooshing over-head

We finally made it to these two days and nights, when the day grows the shortest it possibly can, stop to regroup, then head back toward warmer days and shorter nights.

So for a short little while, the mornings will come later

And the nighttimes earlier…

That’s okay.

Time is etched into each and every day, rippling and eddying in a hypnotic current we can all enjoy if we just take a walk.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

24 thoughts on “Whisperings on the Land—- Sunday, December, 22, 209”

  7. You should collect these into a book of poetry and photos and publish through Amazon. Time is etched into each and every day, rippling and eddying in a hypnotic current we can all enjoy if we just take a walk

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