Morning Mist
February 6, 2022
I have shared some complaints borne of living in isolation in the woods of the Pacific Northwest. There is plenty of rain this winter, which begets plenty of mud. I grow weary of the rain and mud. My residence is a small travel trailer that provides cover and heat for a basic existence.
By nature, I am not a unduly burdened by hardships. In the midst of my irregular living circumstances, I also find pleasures in living in isolation in the woods of the Pacific Northwest.
I choose to share not a complaint, but the pleasure of a winter's late sunrise above the morning mist rising above Pilchuck Creek as it cuts my land beyond these cottonwood trees.
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