One-Sentence Journal, Week Seventy-Six

  1. 01/01/2017:  I know the joy of a riverside saunter in sub-20° weather under heavy snowfall will sustain my mood at least through tomorrow.
  2. 01/02/2017:  A beautiful male ring-necked pheasant was in my yard this morning, and he reminded me, after I failed to manage a photograph, that apparently the only way to effectively sneak up on one is with an automobile.
  3. 01/03/2017:  I doubt the eraser was an invention not long in following on the heels of the appearance of the pencil.
  4. 01/04/2017:  Fifteen hours outside of home today, zero accomplishments.
  5. 01/05/2017:  It doesn’t take the smoky, sweltering weather of July to remind me how much I prefer the biting cold of January.
  6. 01/06/2017:  Melodramatic quote of the day: “If it weren’t for loathing, I wouldn’t think of myself at all.”
  7. 01/07/2017:  Night, the reach of my high beams sparkling with frost at their outer edges, and I reflect on all the life out in the frozen dark just trying to hang on until morning.

Author: Chris

Chris La Tray is a writer, a walker, and a photographer. He is an enrolled member of the Little Shell Tribe of Chippewa Indians and lives in Missoula, MT.

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