Watching over you

Oh, the places I’ve been. The trees are not quite so green as this photo might lead one to believe… at least not at the moment. Give the snow a chance to melt. One day again we will ride our bikes down to the bridge and dive in the slimy waters, desperately waiting the hot July sun for the beautiful, bored city-girl to wander down to the local hang out on Rush Lake, uninterested in the fishing and bbq’ing of the rest of her family, at the cabin for the weekend.

And here, in Minneapolis, can you see me waving out the window on Franklin and Emerson?

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