coldmountain
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It was never hot. It was never cold. It rained a bit.
Left on Crawford and came back the same.
Mud and flowers on the flats below. Gibbs was roaring loudly.
Moose hooves were frozen in the tri-colored mud. Layers of earth.
Undermining runoff opened crossings that were earlier snowcovered.
Postholed once, Belligerent clouds raced overhead.
up high, no view really.
On the ridge, the fog and windblown droplets mocked being out at sea.
Tapped Ike and ran. Back down. Back through strained clouds and sun.
Back to the certain world, of uncertainty.
April at its Aprilest
Left on Crawford and came back the same.
Mud and flowers on the flats below. Gibbs was roaring loudly.
Moose hooves were frozen in the tri-colored mud. Layers of earth.
Undermining runoff opened crossings that were earlier snowcovered.
Postholed once, Belligerent clouds raced overhead.
up high, no view really.
On the ridge, the fog and windblown droplets mocked being out at sea.
Tapped Ike and ran. Back down. Back through strained clouds and sun.
Back to the certain world, of uncertainty.
April at its Aprilest
