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. |
I was telling one of the twenty-somethings that he ought not to leave his car parked on the street for a week while he travels out-of-state because, if it snows, it's an automatic parking ban and they can tow your car. "It's April," he laughed. "It's not going to snow anymore!" "Never say that," I replied. "Nature can't resist a challenge." This morning Facebook presented me with a memory post from 13 years ago about an April Fool's Day snowstorm. I remember it well. Coincidence? Maybe, but a little further down the feed was this alert from a local news station: NOR'EASTER... Long duration nor'easter Wednesday-Thursday will bring significant snow... I don't know how people can live here their whole lives and not know how this works. SMH |