clues at the scene

clues at the scene

Thursday, November 13, 2014


I lived with a fellow once who described these sorts of mornings as "crispy." At left, a little crisp on my deck for you. First snowfall. 

It sticks in the woods, the grass, my road.

I've never liked the word "crispy." It just isn't one of my favorites.

So, snow. 

What will the tracks left in it reveal?

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