and that means
groceries to get.
the urge suddenly strikes
beckoning, pulling me
all at once
and instead of getting into that turning lane,
i find myself driving right on through.
impromptu, impulsive like.
these mountains a magnet.
a force i just couldn't resist.
especially on mornings like these
when new snow clings
to bare branches,
where gray clouds hang low and heavy,
and a river runs through it all.