A dance in the cosmic wind
2014/08/07
2014/04/01
Wrong again!
I walked out at 6:30 this morning to ready the car for going to the office. |
I laughed when I looked around, thinking that I knew the trick. |
I would run back into the house looking annoyed and then come back out again. |
When I did, our local Weatherman would probably be standing there on the green grass in the sunshine, pointing and laughing, saying, "April Fool". |
2014/03/16
Hope springs eternal
On Friday Owen and I realized that it was less than a week until spring arrived . . . so we went looking for it. |
We looked in the distance. The sky was blue but no songbirds or daffodils could be seen. |
We thought if we walked down the hill we might find something promising. |
There were shadows of branches but no buds. |
No frogs waiting at the wellhouse. |
I guess we'll just have to be patient. |
2013/12/25
Merry Christmas from Douglas
2013/11/25
Forgiveness
Leaves have fled as have the birds, wind's icy fingers frost the valley and the river flows cold.
Bridges always draw attention but sometimes more so in a bleak landscape. In summer's warm cover they are not so visible, a lessened tendency to ponder crossing to somewhere else. But now, this arc stands starkly, a reminder that it may allow us to be more rapidly somewhere we might not otherwise be.
This may not be beautiful but its steel script is an invitation to cross. Look on the other side. The sun brightens directional signs. Maybe a new destination. Maybe a formerly known landscape to be found again.
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- Solar - Ian McEwen
- New York - The Novel: Edward Rutherfurd
- The God Delusion - Dawkins