*Darlene*:
When winter's frosty crystals are so thick in the air, that it masks the sun's brilliance so perfectly and you can look it in the eye and fully admire the mastery of it all. That's a good day....
*Darlene*:
It was nothing but a one-way conversation because there was no one near enough to offer anything more. (EXPLORE)
*Darlene*:
Some want to build a home where the Buffalo roam. I want to build mine where the birdhouse sits.
*Darlene*:
She rests empty, and her skin is decayed and peeling, but come spring, because of their devotion to her, the trees that were taught to shade and protect her will continue to do so.
*Darlene*:
He was always saddened on the days when the sun stayed hidden, and the silhouetted shadows couldn't come out to entertain him.
*Darlene*:
They say, if you leave a truck where you last parked it, you'll always find it there. Seems about right. ;)
*Darlene*:
The dead-end sign states that this track goes nowhere, but the rails whispered that once it wandered till it met the ocean.
*Darlene*:
You stand there all innocently, cleverly hidden in your field of white, almost tripping me up, knowing full well and with no sense of empathy as to how much hurt you could dish out.
*Darlene*:
Once roaming the rails, taking in a myriad of landscapes, they now sit still and silent, catching the view of only one, but they're doing it together, and they're glad for that.
*Darlene*:
Remember me fondly as you turn your back and walk away because I will never forget your warm company.
*Darlene*:
The grain bin let me go last September, and I thought they'd be wanting me back by now, but I'm beginning to speculate that I've undeniably been replaced by my successor.
*Darlene*:
How fortunate to have been placed right here where I can witness the clouds dance above me and keep watch over the fields before me.
*Darlene*:
If you were any shade of red, you'd be the beetle of my dreams, but I can't help but love you anyway, simply for just being you.
*Darlene*:
You don't have to wait until you're tall and mighty to be considered beautiful. (EXPLORE)
*Darlene*:
As my companion sets below the horizon, I will miss him until I next feel his radiant face shine against me.
*Darlene*:
That time of year when all the hues of nature merge into one unvarying shade of winter melancholy, but soon Spring will offer vibrant transformation.
*Darlene*:
Your work here is done, Sir. You've earned your rest. You ran like a Deere until you just no longer could.
*Darlene*:
Meet me at the house on the hill at 7:00, and I'll tell you a tale that you can't even begin to imagine.
*Darlene*:
It's that wonderful hour of twilight when the shadows are long, and the setting sun takes the chill off of the thawing landscape.
*Darlene*:
Did you paint me red because it was your favorite color, because that's all they had, or because it made it easier to find me come winter.
*Darlene*:
It's just so obvious that I've got no other words for it. Yep, caught between a rock and a hard place. :)
*Darlene*:
Many have come and gone, but never knowing that they would be her last family, they have become her most precious and her most longed for.
*Darlene*:
He's never felt useful through the winter, but it was intolerable to his self-worth to have heard he'll no longer be necessary come next spring either.
*Darlene*:
Recollections and yearnings to once again enjoy the open road traipse aimlessly through his thoughts, but there's no one to drive him there.
