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January 02, 2010
virgin snow
In the virgin snow of blogland, 2010, mine appear to be the first steps.
If only I had a story to tell or a passion to explain!
Instead, merry and meaningless trudging, one step then another, feeling only the imprint of shoe, fresh and deliciously crisp and crunch. Crunchy crunch.
Looking up, I strain my eyes towards the horizon; seeking a shape, a form towards which to walk. Bright winter sun blinds, but wait, for there it is! I can see the future and it looks like nothing on earth!
It is nothing on earth.
Nothing.
It's a shape of sorts; if you know what not to look for.
Fresh feet on the virgin snow, crunchy steps, warm breath in the cold air,and captivated by nothing on the horizon.
Which is quite something really.
Posted by Mr Bojangles at January 2, 2010 09:48 AM