My new jogging vest. I’ve traded neighborhood streets for country roads where jogging at 0-dark hundred requires more than my smile to glow. |
Nearby railroad tracks. I’ve traded the quiet suburbs for a railroad that rolls by, blowing its whistle at any hour--yesterday around 3:00 AM. |
Animal tracks...through a tree? I’ve traded deer, fox and squirrel tracks in the snow for some tracks I just can’t figure. |
An old weathervane. I’ve traded the familiar for--Oh look at that old weathervane on the rusted barn vent! |
LOVE THE VEST---SHOULD KEEP U SAFE FROM DEER HUNTERS--
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