February 11th, 2013

sunset

scraps of winter

The waterfall is two ribbons of foaming white gushing over the rocks, one branch forking again over the lower rocks -- the hurriciane filled them up, but not so high as the torrents of spring will.

Gray billows of cloud capping the sky, but down near the horizon, the sky shows, a delicate shade of blue, almost green, like a robin's egg.
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