The Crow's Nest

The Crow's Nest

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Sunset, On Quite A Year
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Sunset, On Quite A Year

But the sun also rises.

Alexander M Crow
Dec 07, 2020
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The air grips the lungs from the inside, mountain-cold and surprisingly dry, despite the thick fog weaving tendrils down streets and throwing a blanket over the valley. There are snow-covered peaks in all directions, but I only know this through memory, they are lost in the darkening grey.

Sound is deadened, snow and mist absorbing, a crow call might come from any direction and none, the alarm of the blackbird echoing off unseen walls. The air itself smells of snow: dusty and ancient.

Here, a persimmon laden with bright baubles, there the yellow of a tenacious aspen leaf.

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