To sum up the extended weekend's adventures within the confines of today's post would be a tragedy. No justice could possibly come of it. I can confirm that a good time was certainly had and that there was an abundance of appreciative hand jazzings.
Remember that duck pond in heaven I referred to a few months back? Found it.
Eloquent words should be written to express the beauty of the moment captured in the image above. On the contrary, it renders me speechless. That seems appropriate since sunrises are best absorbed in silence.
Imagine your author just out of view, complete with customary red hooded sweatshirt and a hot mug of camp coffee, deploying his Jazz Hands of the day in quiet awe.
And yes, at that particular moment in time, just prior to the day catching fire, I indeed spotted a duck.
Today's Jazz Hands are at peace.
Day two-hundred and seventy-three complete.
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