Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
2005-11-25 afternoon, 52 and sunny. 20's in NY, PA, MT! Nice here! See that the Snowbowl in Missoula has 6-22 inch base and 7 of 37 ski runs are open. Couldn't stay awake this morning. Not because I didn't sleep! So I don't know what's up. The cockatiel has been singing something that sounds familiar. Very chatty bird with one bad eye. Sits on top of the parakeet cage. Library is very quiet today. Tomorrow, the game starts around noon and it might be in the sunny 50s. I have a love/hate (mostly hate) relationship with answering machines. Good for leaving messages (sometimes), lousy for conversations. WRITTEN TODAY Withering Witch-willows fade in Winter's bonds, when wisdom warns the roots to store last Summer's windfall deep down in the pond, where sing the windpipes whittled from the hollow reeds the widow cut by cattails with her hands, her winsome wicker whisked from willow whips, wild whimsy fashioned from its wilted wands. Kåre Enga catalogue number: [162.572] 25 november 2005 OVERHEARD "I'll be sitting reading a book inside the Drop Dead Center," Hubbard. SENSED dead green leaves on a cut off tree sprout; squirrel scurrying along the power lines; the distant chime of bells before dark; big rabbit hopping, white tail bobing. |