timestamp: 2005.03.30 @ 22:16 UTC
sent by the unrepentant curmudgeon
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Looking in the air
The dark grey clouds that are the last remnant of winter stubbornly cling to the snow-fringed mountain peaks, with the warm air of the valley below forcing the cloud-edges far up into the deep blue sky, opening a portal for the warm light of the sun to bestow grace upon the river valley.
Yet where the springtime sun has landed there also rises the dark shadowy smoke of burning slash piles, destroying the remnants of death, the detritus of winter, a haze recalling still the toll of winter demanded in return for spring in the gloomy, ash-filled billowing smoke arising from the fires, the veil that obscures the warming sun.
Life emerges from the harshness of winter, but the iron cold death of that grim season lingers on in the renewal of springtime, a film of black covering the tender green, a reminder of the fate that awaits us all.
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