"...a beginning is the greatest thing of all." -George MacDonald, At the Back of the North Wind
Saturday
Our rainboots were muddy. We had been trudging for minutes or days: the midnight sun betrayed time.
Then, we walked into a month. We knew it was a month because the colors had gone that color and the sun had disappeared behind a wall of cloud.
"Lunch?" my sister said.
We ate turkey and cheddar out of brown paper bags, sitting on a log. Water dripped from trees onto our laps. Leaves went soggy underfoot. Blinking rain drops from our eyes, we smiled, and heard a starling sing.
photo by Maggie/Folkloric.
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2 comments:
Ah, another story--I feel so honored! This one is lovely again...like a little burst of magic. :)
Maggie, I'm so glad! I love this mini-collaboration we can have. Your photos are magic to me. :)
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