I wonder if you think of us.
I am standing by the window of the study thinking about you, looking out at the wide sweep of a green valley spotted here and there with patches of color...so bright... and I marvel at the sight, because not two weeks ago everything out there was white, covered in a cotton- like late snow. I can see from here the river flow... bordering the miles of flat woods that run towards the straight line of the horizon as someone trying to escape would, and right on it... on that imaginary line which only... Sign in to see full entry.