http://slow.writerscafe.org/alyerks61 The original writings of author Al Yerks en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776031030 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The first snow to actually take temporary residence on the ground.It sure makes for a beautiful morning. Snow covered branches wind-dancing with a backdrop of a cloudless azure blue sky. As I deeply draw in the cool, fresh air, I feel my lungs expanding to capacity, and satisfying the oxygen l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alyerks61/487198/ "My hopes were as the leaves upon the water, just sunk in the night." � Can you picture beautiful fall leaves gently floating atop a crystal clear lake. Ironically, the very element keeping them afloat will eve.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alyerks61/479946/ The darkness covers the landscape like a thick blanket across a bed of fresh, crisp linen . 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Places of m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alyerks61/471540/ It's not here yetBut I'm waiting for the snowJust how much will accumulate I have no way to know.When the snow does comeA plow I'm sure to driveBut for now I just keep waitingFor that snow storm to arrive.They say it might just drop a tonThat's alright with meAs long as we g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alyerks61/470810/ The morning is quiet with only the sound of the air conditioner humming away. I am sitting here anticipating the day ahead. Wondering where the day will take me, both emotionally and physically. There is a saying; "Don't anticipate�participate." 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