I did not expect her to be part of my destiny
This cold gray mountain of concrete and steel
Yet there she is again, as I come around the bend
Her buttresses hollowed like birds’ wings
But firmly anchored to the ground
Today the hills are dark shadows
Lurking behind a veil of mist and fog
Still I look at them and wonder as I fall down the other side
When I return she is hiding
Under a blanket of darkness
But her lights twinkle as we pass through
Shoulder to shoulder in narrow lanes
Following a trail of brakelights
She winks at me with one bright green eye
And then I am free to go home.
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There are snowflakes this morning. Not heavy, wet, icy snowflakes. Big, feathery snowflakes that drift through the air like dandelion seeds. They slowly tumble along on tiny air currents and glide silently towards the ground, making the air beautiful along the way.
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