Sunday, 28 November 2010

An interlude

It has for six days snowed heavily, at a constant rate. I traveled to a forest, an artificial backdrop, planted a mere seventy years ago, to consider a cliff that is crumbling into a slow within a river. A great sheet of ice filled a fracture in the ground close to the edge. I kicked at this rift until much ground was severed from the cliff, it fell intensely, causing me to fall backwards against what I presumed to be a beech tree (greening bark, buttress roots, large curved bow formation).

I found this to be up-roaringly humorous.

It has been a good day all around.

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