The Brazos is a sullen mirror, a darkened glass reflecting Fall's penumbras. As I sit, accompanied only by the chattering of the rain against the window, mist rises from the river and rushes along with the current. I hardly notice the webs clinging to the edges of the window which the rain has failed to clean.
The family of turtles I saw a few days ago sunbathing on a log jutting from the shore isn't there today. Likely, they're huddled together in some hidden lair. But alone, I'm at peace, enjoying the storm properly---warm and reading.
_______________________________________________The family of turtles I saw a few days ago sunbathing on a log jutting from the shore isn't there today. Likely, they're huddled together in some hidden lair. But alone, I'm at peace, enjoying the storm properly---warm and reading.
Recently, a journal came out with a list of the most influential Americans of all time. I read Joseph Smith and Brigham Young were both listed.
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