The light didn’t fall through the trees today.
It was gray right from the beginning and kept on from there.
A soft kind of day filled with rain that wouldn’t.
But, it kept on trying anyway.  
I read stories about snow.
How it starts as a very small nothing sort of thing and before you can say…jack rabbit jumped over the juniper…the whole of the world is white with it.  
But, there’s no snow today. Not really.  Not here.  
It wasn’t even especially cold.  
Just soft and filled with rain that wouldn’t…and stories that might…and it was enough…

ellie894 January 14, 2020

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