Tuesday Mountain Morning
Cool this morning and the valley is partially filled with a lazy fog lacking any great intention to smother as it could. Powdery grey clouds blend into this other-worldly mist as though they have risen from the earth, or are getting swallowed by it. Who knows a thing about the limits of fogs and mists and clouds? How can you? They have no edges on which to grab, hold. Surely these measureless marvels have to be masters of their own mystery. I saw a cloud, once, but it disappeared never to return, and I lamented its loss. I saw the valley disappear on another occasion, it got swallowed up into a fog-filled morning and left me thinking the world had disappeared and abandoned me. But the valley returned to reassure me that we are still friends. And the hill on which I sit keeps its place. I will be here for a season and then down into the valley where the mist and plain hold hands, and I wonder who will meet me there.
Blow-flies... Who would have them? You only have to open the screen door and they are in faster than you know, pesky little bustards. What is it about them that they are so immediatley opportunistic? Then the stupid little buggers go buzzing crazy at the window wanting to retreat. Sometimes I think I go through life like that. I am only pleased I don't have wings.
Blow-flies... Who would have them? You only have to open the screen door and they are in faster than you know, pesky little bustards. What is it about them that they are so immediatley opportunistic? Then the stupid little buggers go buzzing crazy at the window wanting to retreat. Sometimes I think I go through life like that. I am only pleased I don't have wings.
3 Comments:
I'd give anything for wings.
HI Scarlet,
Knowing you just the little as I do this wish of yours has a lot more behind it than is readily appreciated. One thing it would do would be to shift your context of life which would then shift your metaphoric appreciations and expressions of your experience of life. 'What about trees growing out of humans?' Maybe one question that never would get asked, I would suggest.
I would like wings, even just for one a day (there's an idea for a novel). I do have flying-dreams, and anti-gravity jumping-dreams, which are quite enjoyable. I also got mauled by a massive sea monster the other night but miraculously survived.
!PP
indeed, that wish has more behind it than you can probably imagine.
i don't think though, that the posession of wings would make me abandon the ground beneath my feet, quite the contrary. because i then wouldn't spend my time on the ground gazing up at the sky so much.
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