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before dawn – streets are quiet - no exhaust fumes in the air just yet – only one cyclist passes – branches hang over the sidewalk - I reach my modest goal
dawn – is breaking between the houses of the city keeping it’s summer distance from the church steeple – heat waves already begin to rise in the air – the hill is more of a challenge now
early afternoon – a walk in the rain – no umbrella just feeling the rain, listening to the thunder and being aware of the lightening in the distance – feelings of childhood – looking for puddles to step in - smells of freshness – cool breeze last for a short time before turning warm again – steam rises from the sidewalk
I reached my modest goal
Beautiful reflection, as were all of your posts from NO. Sounds like a wonderful adventure. Keep writing.
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