Sunday, June 01, 2008

2046.

He sat at a traffic light with light snow falling, fluffy white snow, snow that fell downward, blew sideways, and rose up into the sky, following always the whim of the wind, which created this snow, a snow that carried cottonwood seeds along deeper into spring.

1 comment:

ed said...

& pick up the mail just as she segued into a new moment.