December's End. Forecast for Snow.
"Some people love waking to the sight of new snow. Fallen snow is fine, but I like the sight of it falling, fine as dust or so fat you can hear it land against the kitchen window. I like the tunnel of dry snow you drive through at night, the headlights blanking out a few yards ahead, and the feeling that you're driving into some abysmal vacuum. I like the ground-blizzards and the snow that slithers down the road ahead of you. What I like is the visual impairment snow brings with it, the way it obscures some things and defines others, like the wind." - ---Verlyn Klinkenborg from The Rural Life
He brought us a lot of enjoyment over the years and sadly people took so much of his joy away. Rest in Peace Michael Jackson.
ReplyDeleteThat man is responsible for my bunions -- and I'm OK with that.
ReplyDeleteThe Michael Jackson I loved as a child and young adult died a long time ago, but I still can't believe he's gone at 50, so young.
ReplyDeleteWhat Kathleen said? Yeah, that!
ReplyDeleteThriller energized my life at a time when I was very low. I will never forget the feeling of coming back to life when I played the album, when I heard it playing all around the neighborhood where I lived.
are you sure its not the Other Guy getting some dancing tips?
ReplyDeleteYou know, the one from the wrong side of town?
I suspect the Devil knows how to dance like a rock star:>) and that Michael lived through his own hell here on earth. I hope he is somewhere at peace.
ReplyDeleteI blame it on the boogie.... :-)
ReplyDeleteHope he's moonwalking in peace now!
What a talented and troubled soul.
ReplyDeleteSad.
Michael was a true artist, a genius. He left our world with a magical legacy. Hopefully he has now found real peace that he did not always have from his very early days.
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