
On this cold, grey morning
with shotgun blasts echoing
off distant waters
we hunker down,
awaiting the winter solstice.
The eye begins to see.

On this cold, grey morning
with shotgun blasts echoing
off distant waters
we hunker down,
awaiting the winter solstice.
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That’s how I feel this time of year! Just waiting for the days to get longer again….