Folks, don't be fooled. Mr. Falke is merely writing exceedingly fine prose in order to continue to publicly shame me because I've never read Wind in the Willows. Every single time we go out for coffee, or catch a game down at the local roller-derby velodrome, or just pick up our slide-whistles and jam for a while, it's Wind in the Willows this and Wind in the Willows that. NON. STOP. Mr. Falke, I demand this micro-aggression cease. I have ordered the book.
another gem, damon. just so lovely. I have read it three times just to be there for a while longer.
Folks, don't be fooled. Mr. Falke is merely writing exceedingly fine prose in order to continue to publicly shame me because I've never read Wind in the Willows. Every single time we go out for coffee, or catch a game down at the local roller-derby velodrome, or just pick up our slide-whistles and jam for a while, it's Wind in the Willows this and Wind in the Willows that. NON. STOP. Mr. Falke, I demand this micro-aggression cease. I have ordered the book.
Bingo! Another great read and photos.
A beautiful piece of writing Damon, lovely images throughout especially the snow . It held me in a hushed and hopeful moment.
❤️
Great metaphors here & the fervent hope that winter will end. Ah...Let it be true.
Beautiful essay.
Living with the snow and waiting for the unbelievable transformation to spring in a rare pleasure and good for contemplation of the big picture.
May you hear sing sparrows singing soon.
Ha Ha
My auto correct can be so annoying.
As previously stated, I love this essay but my comment should conclude,”May you hear Song Sparrows singing soon”