Haiku 11 in These titles mean nothing.

Puffs of snow, each flake
A separate miracle
Designed not to last

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This morning the road to work was perfect. Bare, dry, the sky was clear. It seemed like a long time since driving was so easy.

After work the sky was full of those fluffy flakes that pile up with air between them so you can see the designs of each flake. The Buick’s blue looks good in that kind of snow.

I ended up making two trips to town after work. The first was on my way home to buy groceries. The second was to do some banking. Our banks are open late on Mondays. It was totally dark when I drove home the second time. More snow in the headlights.

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My day was pretty good. No sunshine. But that was ok.

We celebrated Virgil’s 80th birthday.