Ravens tear into the night through black trash bags. Desolate beauty is not as quiet as one would presume. Sound resonates from the movement. Northern lights watch the vultures of the north as i ski to work on crunchy snow. Quiet nights and loud thoughts rolled into a carpet of frozen tundra.
Monday, October 24, 2011
Moments of Change
cross the bridge.
it's passing you by. cross it or die.
the now is forever gone with each moment.
true freedom: is to know what is on the other side
caption: alaska-canadian highway bridge- north to the future
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