09:58:34
15 February 2014
Snow blankets the Shire, powdered sugar on pastry.
The aroma of coffee, strong coffee, fills the air.
A friend comes to visit soon,
no mark on the door needed for me to know.
Time to prepare, to make ready, to clean.
Enthusiasm seizes me, energy surges through me,
the scouring begins.
See you along the Trail.
Along the Graybeard Trail 