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Thoughts destined to be washed away by the tides of life. |
I've been studying my cover photo for a while now, and it seems to me that it is more than just a photo of what is there that can be seen, more than just three white rocks stacked on a beach. It contains an important question about the future, about what happens long after the photographer has gone. What will happen to our pile of stones when the tide comes in? Will it topple or has the architect built this structure at a safe distance? I don't know what will happen to these words that I stack here on the sand. They may prove safely distant, or they may be swallowed up by a rush of self-doubt. They may be here for a season. They may lose their balance and be scattered by the shoreline, or be hidden away under shifting sands. Perhaps someday, the tides of life will reclaim them. Or maybe that's just a bunch of poetic, romantic nonsense. After all, this is just a blog. |
These are two of my favorite things to do: 1. Falling asleep in front of the TV. An old sitcom that I've seen a zillion times with comfortable characters who are like family friends and whose voices will lull me to sleep is a perfect choice. Or Midsomer Murders. I always fall asleep somewhere between the first and the third murder. 2. Drinking a hot, freshly brewed cup of coffee so I won't fall asleep in front of the TV. |