Two Pigeons and The Morning Moon

Morning moon high in the sky.  Opposite it a window of orange sun rising through the trees.

I miss walking in the woods.

The summer is uninviting, with the thick brush, broken bridge and thriving ticks.  Now it’s the hunters that keep me away.

But soon, they will be gone, the cold will keep the ticks away and I’ll walk though the bare branches like a ghost.

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