Saturday, November 13, 2010
a walk along Lake Mendota Drive
Drizzly, cold. The way November typically presents itself. Mostly somber and without color. Mostly.
I go for a walk with my younger girl and it’s supposed to be a quick walk and it’s not supposed to rain, but I seem to be wrong on both counts and by the time we emerge from it all it is quite dark.
And wet. And actually sort of beautiful.
I go for a walk with my younger girl and it’s supposed to be a quick walk and it’s not supposed to rain, but I seem to be wrong on both counts and by the time we emerge from it all it is quite dark.
And wet. And actually sort of beautiful.
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