It changed again as the day got started and proceeded to melt away. The paths I travel through the garden appeared first.
That regular route leaves an impression in the earth.
This was just a sample of what is in store for the rest of the week. I'm scared. It is going to get wicked cold.
And it changed again. The fog came to sit.
And sit.
Tomorrow will be one more chance to bloom. Then things will change.
Wicked pipe dripping cold is coming. It's time for hibernation.
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Things seem to change often. Don;t like that fog.
The fog is a little spooky.
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