Speckled white air with purity laid ground release of the sky drifts all abound, fields of blown dunes white laden bows, twinkled sunlight reflected a flake at a time, horizontal ride in the wind where they hide from the ground till they fall, light white stroke tipped trees bear no leaves jus mound snow pristine in sight, natures tracks in the snow cross the field to the trees winters close by . . a new season to be~
I love the purity of an untouched landscape, it makes you feel you are the only person in the world, not sad, but with admiration for it You put this across beautifully Rob
Ty my dear friend Red, what a sweetheart you are, perhaps it was over a morning tea you chose to read this one, Cheers sweetie, and ty for your reply as well as I'm happy to have been able to bring that moment to you.
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You put this across beautifully
Rob