Tuesday, January 5, 2010

Beauty on my Way to Work this Morning

The tiniest snowflakes fluttering slowly, as if in suspended animation.

My hot breath making clouds in the cold air.

Frozen blades of grass crunching underfoot.

Still, icy shards on the Potomac.

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