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Tuesday, December 7, 2004


   Walk
As I walk along, the wind gently sweeps up golden leaves playfully tossing them up in the air. The cool air nips my face and aches the bones. The air faintly carries the aroma of smoke wafting from the chimneys.
Hearing the scampering of little feet I stop and look up. Among the seemingly, never-ending branches of a gigantic, old elm tree, squirrels frolic like little trapeze artists. They pursue each other up and down the branches without a care in the world.
As I continue on my way, I listen to the sound of untouched snow collapse underneath me. I reach the river and see the water flow as smooth as glass, sending a scene of the world upside down. The water starts to churn and bubble as its split and forced around the miniature island with the tall grasses swaying and watching the water hit torrents and exploded into tiny droplets only to plunge back into the masses and continue on its peaceful way.
Across the river a Bald Eagle circles and lands on a bare tree gazing regally down over the land. He catches movement on the mountain towering over us. We both sit there watching and waiting. Out of nowhere three Dows appear, they line up and follow each other down the face of the mountain that would be impossible for you or me. They manage it in no time and unhurriedly walk threw the field to find a place to bed down for the night. The sun is going down and it makes an eerie red glow around the dark mountain. Standing here I feel so minute. La bellezza della terra sta sbalordendo, the beauty of the land is astounding.

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