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Winter lingers like a petulant schoolchild: Clouds jostle for position, darkening with rain. A sudden chilled wind rushes from the storm’s Leading edge, stirring birds to flight. Natural drains roar with the shower-fed torrent. Trickling streams become dark-mirrored cascades. Wind-blown branches whip sharply, some toppling Under the relentless beating. A fleeting slice of sunlight rolls across the distant hills. The first stirrings of wildlife crash through the thickets. Robins race for food.  Songbirds raise tentative voices. The charged air is filled with the smell of wet Foliage. The rains would soon resume.  His usual crossing point had already vanished.  He settled back in his Lean-to shelter, finished his meal, and pondered the Approaching darkness.
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Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 6:09 PM UTC
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Winter lingers like a petulant schoolchild: Clouds jostle for position, darkening with rain. A sudden chilled wind rushes from the storm’s Leading edge, stirring birds to flight. Natural drains roar with the shower-fed torrent. Trickling streams become dark-mirrored cascades. Wind-blown branches whip sharply, some toppling Under the relentless beating. A fleeting slice of sunlight rolls across the distant hills. The first stirrings of wildlife crash through the thickets. Robins race for food.  Songbirds raise tentative voices. The charged air is filled with the smell of wet Foliage. The rains would soon resume.  His usual crossing point had already vanished.  He settled back in his Lean-to shelter, finished his meal, and pondered the Approaching darkness.
Late-Winter camping -- mostly in bad weather.
stan-patty
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Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 6:09 PM UTC
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