garrisonkeillor: A blustery day that threatened to rain, like a cheated sibling scorned, and I stopped to smile, on a sidewalk as lonely as the footpath from my grandmothers house to the lake where as a boy I sat to reading Walden and dreamed of the day when sorrow, like mud puddles after the snow would one day dry up. Oh, those afternoons, like this one now, I held the umbrella secure under my arms. This is enjoyable blogging.

garrisonkeillor:

A blustery day that threatened to rain, like a cheated sibling scorned, and I stopped to smile, on a sidewalk as lonely as the footpath from my grandmothers house to the lake where as a boy I sat to reading Walden and dreamed of the day when sorrow, like mud puddles after the snow would one day dry up. Oh, those afternoons, like this one now, I held the umbrella secure under my arms.

This is enjoyable blogging.

garrisonkeillor

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