I am sitting here listening to my fav radio syndicate station and I am watching the snow bustle and float in the air, funny that its snowing and yet it doesnt really seem like snow weather.
For about 5 hours the dance in the sky with white little flakes, surprises me into thinking strangely. And nothing is sticking snow is falling yet the earth is still green, strange dontcha think? I see the resident pheasant, He is always around in the neighboring fields eating and nibbling the short grasses. He really is beautiful with the everlasting white ring neck and brilliant orange rust plumage, I wouldnt mind of few of his feathers, but thats not really nice thinking so I guess he can keep them for a bit longer.
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