Small Stones Day 21

21 January 2013

A bright and sunny winter’s day. I open the window to let in the crisp, fresh air and hear strange, rapid popping sounds – like Space Dust sweets from childhood that explode in your mouth. The sound turns out to be of small pieces of melting snow slipping from trees and eaves as they splat on the ground.

 

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