Without my glasses
The River is brown and gray
And dotted with shacks.
I love the train ride between St. Louis and Kansas City. The last few times I took it there was so much snow on the riverbanks and towns. I love the quiet gray and brown of late winter and early spring. Love seeing the nests and new life along branches.
Also I tend to strain my neck from facing out the window.
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