3/8/2016: 60 words or Less

While driving I came across a field with broken dirt, dark from rain. A whiff of river bottom breeze carried the fragrance of spring and clouds butted heavy against one another, bloated with moisture. The pavement was filled in its cracks and divvies with muddy water and fertilizer buggy grit, hazard lights every few miles lighting up the growing dusk.

 

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