Tommy and I have lived in mid Missouri for close to 35 years. We have endured all sorts of weather extremes. It can be hot as Hell here in the summer. There is no "dry heat" in Missouri. As soon as summer finally arrives, the humidity bursts on the scene, seldom leaving for any length of time until Fall makes her entrance. If you should happen to have natural curly hair...you will not have a 'good hair day' for four months.
Winters vary in length and severity. Sometime the snow is measured in inches, at other times it is measured in feet. However, there are usually a few days in January when Missouri is allowed to conjure up the perfect spring day. Yesterday was such a day. The temperature rose to 65 degrees. Last week the temperature hovered below zero for days on end. Wind chill records were broken all over the state. Yesterday made up for that week. It was a perfect day to be outside.
The ice chunks were beginning to break up as the water did its magic and silently moved through the cracks in its thick, frozen armor.
As soon as we arrived at the river I saw Missouri's answer to Stonehenge. I could not stay away from these broken trees and stacked rocks. For over an hour I let my imagination roam freely.
It was a good day to be quiet, allowing nature to make all the noise. Like a pair of ink blots, Tommy and I tried to soak up as much beauty as we could.
After a few hours, it was time to take the long way home. The Broncos won without my help...that made me happy too. It was a good day in my corner of the world.
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