“A mind is like a parachute. It doesn’t work if it is not open.” ~ Frank Zappa
spiked snow
The snow was light and fluffy, tucked gingerly between the bars. It made the undulating spikes look different to me. They’d gone from stoic metal to flames, locks of hair, devil horns, or reeds in the wind, I couldn’t decide which. There’s beauty everywhere if you’re willing to see it.
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