Wednesday, August 28, 2013

THE GOLDEN RAINS...

My dog and I just took a walk. Amid the warm and misty wetness of the valley, the breezes stripped a lot of tear-shaped leaves from off the old elm tree, and they flowed down diagonally like golden rain. Mick lifted up his nose into the leaves; he seemed to like to see them and to feel them as they fell. Me too.