Sunday morning run
Sand blowing across the beach
Like alpine snow drifts
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9 thoughts on “From Beach to Slope”
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Sunday morning run
Sand blowing across the beach
Like alpine snow drifts
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Lovely! Makes me feel I’m running alongside you!
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And wouldn’t that be nice? Thanks, Annie 🙂
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It would be! You’re welcome, Sonya! 🙂
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I love the contrasts; who thinks of snow on a beach? I don’t and that makes this poem pop.
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Ha, well, me and my weird brain – I did have flashbacks to skiing this morning. Must have been the cold wind. But yes, it’s the contrast that drew me to the idea… Thanks, Melinda!
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You’re welcome 🙂 the contrast is great.
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That leaves a nice image in my mind. Lovely!
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Thanks, PJ 🙂
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Lovely pic – like the light slanting across the shells.
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