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Three-Six-Five

Steven — Tue, 07 Feb 2012 18:44:51 +0000

Like a defeated army on the battlefield winter waves its white flag, tucks tail, and runs. Enough forty degree days in January will do that to you.

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Steven — Tue, 07 Feb 2012 18:40:37 +0000

Sitting patiently waiting for time to pass. Life on a garage shelf is a far cry from the grass on the field and the clay ridden soil around the bases. The company of nails, screws, and nick-knacks only intensify the longing for a throne on the mound and the feel of leather against the skin.

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Steven — Tue, 07 Feb 2012 18:34:42 +0000

It’s not enough that our calendars laugh in our face when we ask, “Is January already over?” We look at our daily schedules wondering where the days went. We couldn’t have lost that much time hibernating this year. The birds have begun to sing and the landscape melts before our eyes.

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Steven — Tue, 31 Jan 2012 16:43:01 +0000

It’s reflected in all we say, how we think, and our daily actions.

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Steven — Tue, 31 Jan 2012 16:34:23 +0000

I’m left to wonder what function does a dilapidated barn serve. Does it house the old and decrepit livestock waiting to die? Perhaps its a sanctuary for all types of rodentia and feral felines during the harsh winter months.

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Steven — Mon, 30 Jan 2012 16:55:47 +0000

I just can’t seem to capture the snowfall the way I intend to. The largess of the storm as it gives away its precipitation with out seeing its benefits. The mass of the flakes as they descend in what seems like hours of free fall. The cold as it rushes into your lungs warning you to stay indoors with your television and hot chocolate.

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Steven — Mon, 30 Jan 2012 16:48:54 +0000

We can’t call it a tundra yet but we’re close. If only the permafrost would move south for the winter we’d have endless winter, and much less notable an endless summer in our planet’s southern hemisphere.

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Steven — Mon, 30 Jan 2012 16:44:44 +0000

It happens. And when it does we pick it up, dispose of it and move on. Just can’t take it personal. It’s life. It’s the way of the world. Sometimes its on you and sometimes you’re dropping it on others. Just please remember to wash your hands.

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Steven — Thu, 26 Jan 2012 16:18:59 +0000

It looks at me with disdain. “Why’d you let the ice grow on me?” it asks. “You could’ve fired me up for a great winter barbeque.” It’s lowered eyes inflict a grave feeling of guilt in me. I brush the snow off it its lid and promise we’ll hang out when spring comes around.

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Steven — Wed, 25 Jan 2012 16:12:07 +0000

Shadows take the place of foliage. Snow replaces grass.