At this same twisted tree was the remnant of someone's past. Left dangling from a branch to remind passersby of what they hung onto when life became a bore.
Swinging into a cold river full of stones, who would have thought it ever splendid fun in hindsight? I would not be left hanging in suspense for a rhetorical question! I figured it best to move on, haha!
Down some earthen stairs, I came across a snow covered bench. A place to rest and gaze across the local river.
Moving down the trail I spied something odd beside the path.
Sad when I can post pointless memes uninhibited but real life photos are a no go or treated as spam!
Freedom of speech is a form of art that knows no canvas that can contain its colorful language.
Under the bridge I did pass and in that moment a melody played from distant memory.
*"Under the Bridge" by The Red Hot Chili Peppers*
(Prince reference for the uninitiated)
I stopped by a very unusual tree.
Swinging into a cold river full of stones, who would have thought it ever splendid fun in hindsight? I would not be left hanging in suspense for a rhetorical question! I figured it best to move on, haha!