As you can see below, I’m trying to avoid any of those nasty 4-letter words like snow, wind, cold, so as not to bore you with the obvious of the environment surrounding me right now.
Think Warm Everybody !
The Wabash River near my boyhood home
When I was a young boy I was awestruck by the river. It looked so wide, so powerful, and so mysterious. At first there was a twinge of fear whenever I was near it, afraid it would draw me into its mighty current and carry me away to…I didn’t know where. After a time though, I started to like the idea of its deep, dark, magnificent power. It yielded to no one or nothing, either at low ebb or floodtide.
As I grew, I began to see the river as my friend, fishing from its banks and enjoying the bounty that it offered…
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