reflection.jpg Today it rained, or rather, it misted, soft drops of moisture hanging in the air. They call it yr in Norwegian. The same word describes the excitement of springtime: blood rushing through the veins, the desire to live and love. Walking through the park means walking through tunnels of vibrant orange and sudden yellow, boots on bright brown leaves covering the gravel path. Even puddles are pools of fascinating colour. If you stop and look.

27. October 2003 by Jill

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