Susurrate. I love the feel of the word. It's soft and powerful, all at the same time.
Yesterday was a bright, icy day, a perfect day to walk. The biting winds whistle over the bare, bleached bones of the hills. The only, lonely sound is the susurration of endless miles of bent and brittle grass.
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I can just hear it.
I can feel it . . .
I think the cat did feel it......
Gorgeous photos!
I can smell it...Oh, that's our heat that just kicked on...It's cold here in VA!
Susurrar in Spanish, the language of lovers, speaking softly, in murmurs, like a brook in the forest, I happen to love that word as well.
A favourite word here.
I can remember hearing my Pa use it whe I was 11. Wanted to use it at school when writing about trees, didn't know how to spell it. Asked the teacher, she'd never heard of it. We looked it up in a dictionary together. She gave me ten points for my house team, for kowing a word she did not. I have never forgotten it!
Beautiful images, I walked through the screen.
Glad to know I'm not the only one who gets hooked up on words! Sadly all has turned to peaty slush now.
Beautiful pics, only see concrete out my window so thansk for sharing your outdoors..
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