2012/10/14

Outside


Nothing says nostalgia like light pouring at night through old windows beneath a tin roof.  It asks, "Do you remember when you were poor but happy?"  It wants me to feel the warmth of a contained glow in the cold dark void.  But I loved the cool darkness, the vault above even when clouds obscured the stars. Let me feel the swoop of the hungry owl.  That is a midnight snack to celebrate.

Thanks to  The Mag

11 comments:

Brian Miller said...

let me feel the swoop of the hungry owl...smiles...love that line....poor does not mean unhappy at all....i like the simplicity message in this....

and i miss tin roofs...smiles.

Catfish Tales said...

Mmm, beautiful

Gail said...

What Brian said!

Simple, real.

I have a tin roof.

Tess Kincaid said...

Absolutely. I love the sound of rain on a tin roof, as well...

Susan Lindquist said...

Yes! Let me feel the swoop of the hungry owl ... what a great line!

Grace said...

I like the cool darkness and the line, let me feel the swoop of the hungry owl ~ Beautiful ~

Other Mary said...

I like your focus on what's outside. It's quite in keeping with the picture at the top of your blog, which is lovely btw.

Dana Dampier said...

I agree with Brian...
"Let me feel the swoop of the hungry owl"
... is such a beautiful line!
I love it!

JJ Roa Rodriguez said...

beautifully written...

JJRod'z

Sue said...

Unless, of course, you are the snacked upon.

;)

Well done.

Anonymous said...

Very useful blog. Keep up the good work.

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