I gaze out my window, looking at the clouds. The occasional light sprinkle of rain is visible in the puddles surrounding the site trailer. Time drifts slowly by without care or desire. As the clouds float higher, a sense of hope fills me. Perhaps, tomorrow, the sun will show its face. Perhaps, tomorrow, the aura of gray that surrounds this town will lift. Perhaps, tomorrow, I will be to busy to blog…
Or perhaps not.
3 comments:
You're a winner! A winner of an all expenses-paid trip to gorgeous Manitouwadge, Ontario. Yes, beautiful Manitouwadge, with its overcast skies and rocky, rust-lined beaches. Come bask in the greyish glow of Northern Ontario spring and cut your feet on the most manly beaches around.
Brought to you by the Northern Ontario tourism board. "We don't know what we're doing, and you don't know what you're getting into."
For a moment I was beginning to feel your Zen...
but then it switched to something else at the end.
ah! it is a gloomy day when the Sens miss the puck in all the wrong places
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