Sunday, January 18, 2009

A Taste of Fresh Snow

I went hiking this morning in fresh fallen snow. The mountain laurel leaves had about an inch on them, so I decided to taste the pureness. Like a morsel of fluffy dew, it melted in my mouth.

Up in these N. E Georgia Mountains, there's still greenery, a bird flitting here and there, a squirrel bounding from one tree to the next.

I have the trail to myself, and its pure joy. All these benefits, and it cost me nothing.

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