... i took a little stroll, over the kennebec on the two-penny bridge and then, although as usual tempted to trespass on the railroad trestle, across the memorial bridge back to waterville ... i stopped in winslow below the little park to enjoy the unusual perspective ...
... at my feet, still, remnants of autumn ...
... and, if but for a brief moment on this shortest day of 2014, most glorious color as the rapidly descending sun marked its adieu to another solar year ...
In the end, it's not the years in your life that count.
It's the life in your years.
A.Lincoln