Day 77 – Steamboat Creek

I’ve found that I love reading, I love becoming immersed in a novel and excited to know what happens next. I’ve read more in the last three months than I have in the last five years combined I think. 

Creekside I sat, book in hand. Every now and then a bird swoops down from the branches above and drifts along the surface of the frosty waters, hoping for an easy meal, I think. The skies look ready to burst any second, grayness blanketing the valley and the trees. I try my best to bat the bugs off, and as I turn another page, Boone is complaining about the same bugs…

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