Beautiful today. Truly glorious. Bright winter sun; air chill, fresh and crisp; snow on the high hill sides.
People–strangers–saying, hello; good morning; how are you?
Then, in the midst of it all, to be stuck by a monostich that I couldn’t shake until home!
Friendly people in the park won’t be there after dark
Thanks for reading 🙂
N. P. Ryan
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