No Strings Attached
Southern Alberta is giving us a healthy reprieve on weather, it didn't take long to negotiate another meeting of these windy spaces and echoing sentiments. Thanksgiving weekend, a place seemingly half way divided (Saskatchewan and Alberta demarcation line) where six months previous ponds from Spring snow melt had surrounded the house perimeter.
I've said it before, you can't just bottle this space onto a memory card, the representation in your mind is always a million times larger and immediately tangible. That's before you consider the dynamic range demanded by your pupils.
Suddenly a gust of wind, I believe I heard the door creak, laughter inside. I know these winds of Autumnal change are telling tales, I just need to decide which seasonal voice to listen to. I have no strings attached, excited by the variety each month brings.
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