She has exquisite feet and hands.
My heart is torn into a thousand wounds by those barbs.
Headed back. Clouds rolling in. Cold.
Walking to Lock 32 on the Erie.
The Erie Canal in winter. Looks a little sad. The water level is dropped to protect it from Mother Nature. I’ve devices to walk to Lock 32 this morning.
I think I’ll go for a walk tomorrow.
Returned a book to my local library. Until tonight I’d failed to notice the beauty of the book drop. Makes me wonder what other beauty I’ve missed along the way. 📕