rainy days
Here up in th wonderful Adirondacks, it is raining once again. I look at what was once “Rail Jam”, and a raindrop tear almost comes to my eyes, as I see it being washed away by the rain. The beautiful jump struggling to survive under all of it’s ICY glory, while the part where the rail once was, has died and is now decomposing under all of the acidic rain. And me just the lowly skater girl, an ant compared to it’s massive beauty, strength and power. I am just a peasant compared to it’s mountainous strength. (Ha Ha, a pun… HA HA HA) I stand just below it with my key to mutual ism between me and it, as it slowly melts away, freezing as it whithers away. A tear of joy streams own my face as I realize that there will be more snow, and there will always be next year. Next year when there is a bigger and better Rail Jam to rule us all again for one more week, until it too succumbs to the mighty force of Mother Nature, something as beautiful as it should never existed in this world. Beauty is…
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