Tuesday, November 01, 2005
My Heart Is Still In Iowa
When the cold January wind blows down from the Canadian prairies, driving stinging clouds of snow snaking through the fields of dead cornstalks, making them rattle like dead men's fingers, I dream of living in some balmy climate where I could lounge about in my garden all the year around. But, in the fall, where would I rather be than Iowa, with golden sunshine reflecting off of bright blue water, and gentle breezes causing a thousand sparkling diamonds to flow in infinitely changing patterns across the surface. This is Coralville Lake, a seven mile-long lake, five minutes from our house. 
// posted by IBOY @ 5:31 PM 
