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
Always so nice to visit you. Stop by my place and catch my new giveaway! Happy Sunday!
ReplyDeletehave been catching up on events in your neck of the woods... things sound busy!
ReplyDeleteThe poems you post never fail to transport me, seconds stand still and the atmosphere is physically changed for a moment.... I don't know where you find them all :-)
hope alls well for you, have a great week :-)
Dear Distracted, was out of circulation for a while, doing some deep breathing elsewhere, but good to get back to the blogosphere, and to catch up a little with some of the best, like yours... love the music selections you've posted lately, the jazz cover, and the pieces from Mardi Gras, and this one. Awful to think that one tiny blood vessel can burst, and wham, we're sent away, never to return. Fragile creatures we are, strange how we can be so proud and arrogant, when we should be quiet and humble, oh so humble.
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