100 Words: Evening walk
Evening walk to the water for the nth repeatable time, Beethoven in my earbuds, descending the slant of mid-June light into the stand of aspen—they look like aspen—quivering at the bend in the path to the Northwestern lakefill, a shimmering ephemeral barrier between me and the lake taking out its nightly shade of slate blue. The water is high—the shorel…
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