The Sunday Whirl


The drifting flow of icy islands linger, caught on a half submerged root, causing them to stop for a moment till a larger chunk passes them down the stream. Watching this fray of nature, always moving, trembling from a draft of wind is a pleasure.

These natural motions may cast a spell of adventure on a child, as his snowy boots rashly chase his sailing boat of ice. I feel it is a sign of how the world could be a better place if it was envisioned through a child’s eye.


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