When i first arrived at Indian Path for Christmas it was hardly the northern winter wonderland i was treated to two years earlier. No beautifully layered fields of snow and ice. In fact it was 47ºF and raining on Christmas day. But it only took a few days for colder temperatures to settle in and one crisp morning i was offered the glistening imagery of grasses and seaweed as ice crystals clung to everything at the rising of the sun. I'm reminded of that old song, sung in a round.
Make new friends,
But keep the old,
One is silver and the other gold.
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©David Sorcher 2015
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