#3

I'll start with the latest one I wrote (which was a while ago...I didn't date these) because they got less personal the later I wrote them. Just to warn you, they're not fantastic...I was just bored.
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Long avenues of golden sunset light lazily sprawl through the wind-worn russet trucks of the forest trees, softly sowing tangerine glitter upon the soft white blanket of foot-high snow, cozying up against the feet of the bare-leaved trees. A cool dry gust of wind combs past my face, spraying snowflakes into my hair and lashes. The snow drifts caught in the boughs of the pine trees sway heavily, and snow sieves through their needles and pinecones as the wind blows the snow sparks through the late afternoon sky. Soft crunching of snow echoes among the trees and snowbanks as I dent the smooth white canvas of winter with my humanness. Strange how beautiful something lacking humanity can be when the point of our whole human existence is to humanize or civilize anything that is "savage." No smell of exhaust pipes speeding past our feet, just the clear air of pine and mountain snow.