Okay, ready? Fill 'er up. It's time to go 'over the river and through the woods' and the store and the mall in your SUV.
I know; pretty lame. But the air quality has not been the best this week. Some people think it's becoming like California...
Maybe I'll retreat to the Mississippi (from "The Mystery on the Mississippi"):
From the river came enticing smells of wet sand, dry sand, blossoming shrubs, dark marshes, and the sweet fragrance of willows. Occasionally a long-legged heron fluttered its wings, stolidly watching the tow slide by. The channel narrowed, and the limestone cliffs rose in ever-ascending heights from both banks. Hawks, disturbed by the noise of the diesel engines, spread their broad wings and screamed.
Just can't quite escape those combustion engines. But still...
The sun dropped lower in the cloudless sky. On shore, birds fluttered, seeking their nests in the rocky ledges. A cool wind came up out of the east, and a whistle's sharp blast announced that dinner was waiting.
Yes. Dinner with family, friends. And the wonderful aroma of turkey, stuffing, pumpkin pie...
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