Monday, January 16, 2012

windful sleepfulness

The wind blows by my window like a ghost train bound for nowhere. It lulls me to sleep and produces wild dreams of adventures and travel.  The morning comes and the wind has stilled giving the valley a clearness of detail so that each mountian top is sharp as a knife.  This range of mountains stablilizes the valley and each canyon carries a name inducing wonderlust and awe.

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