Monday, January 19, 2009

kiss, wind, chickens

*A man and a woman on bikes pause at a stop sign ("Wow! They are stopping for the sign" I muse.)They precariously lean towards one another and kiss. Then the woman rides off forward while the man turns left.

*A black bag caught in a treetop dances in the wind.

*On the walk to the yarn in the carriage house I pass 6 healthy chickens in a pen, their feathers glossy in the sunshine.

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