I am in here.
Bright and clear and -4° Fahrenheit. Snow on the ground from yesterday, not too thick. But then, we’re not in the mountains at a ski resort, so we are not hoping for great thicknesses of snow. There are no thickets or forests on the open prairie, by definition, so there is nowhere to hide from … Continue reading Morning. Boulder. Impossible temperatures.
So I wake to a breath of snow — not a covering, by any means. This, of course, gives me a good reason to hide inside and write. Write. About what? About the snow, of course. My morning tea is cold and the room is cold. Hot tea here is possible, but I must move … Continue reading so I wake to a breath of snow
I think ol’ Pat and I believe in completely different deities… The Moderate Voice – Pat Robertson Tells PA Town God Will Punish Them For Their Vote: Pat Robertson has a direct connection with You Know Who and he has delivered a warning to a town in Pennsylvania that dared oust school board candidates who … Continue reading A different G!d from mine…
A white coat worn over a violet waistcoat. Duck eggs. Shaved ice mixed with liana syrup and put in a new silver bowl. A rosary of rock crystal. Wistaria blossoms. Plum blossoms covered with snow. A pretty child eating strawberries. — The Pillow Book of Sei Shōnagon, tr. Ivan Morris
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