I often walk in such places, and, many times wish that some of the people whom I deem friends (although I have never met them personally), could walk there with me.
I would love to be there, but not today. I would want to be there after all the snow melts and the temperature climbs up enough to make shorts appropriate to wear.
I often walk in such places, and, many times wish that some of the people whom I deem friends (although I have never met them personally), could walk there with me.
I would love to be there, but not today. I would want to be there after all the snow melts and the temperature climbs up enough to make shorts appropriate to wear.
I would set up my dome tent, open a bottle of fine wine, break out the brie and listen to my music for a week.
You probably wouldn't need the music Paula. The brook provides the music for you, and it's very soothing.
A fishing pole and, a tent would be nice, a little brie and, wine as well Paula.
I like my fogs to be a little sinister, sometimes.
It's not what you see in the fog. It's what you THINK you see. Or hear or THINK you hear. Or the worst..feel or THINK you feel.
WHHHAAAAHAhahaha!
Sorry, Macartur, everybody, I sort of put a turn on this. I just couldn't help it.