But for all of the rain and the wind and the air, I was always above you, I never went anywhere
There are some rather odd and ridiculous sayings that come to mind under the influence of such mischievous quiddities as whiskey and autumntime.
On the day I live alone and in peace//My wife and my children, my comp'ny to keep//I'll stare off into the stars and I'll dream//Of adventures to be had when my soul takes its leave
Last night, I hung up the coat that shielded me high on the Cliffs of Moher in the closet that I seldom open, the hinges groaning in protest. The salt from the ocean spray, still clinging to the thick sleeves, left my fingers sticky and longing to return. A gentle yet abrasive reminder that, for once, I did it. I was a member of everything, and my eyes saw the vibrant colors of everything. My ears were buffeted with the pulse of everything, and its pulse became my pulse.
How mercifully poignant//That I should see my reflection in a puddle on the sidewalk//Shoulders bare with the clear sky above me,//Whistling the wind's latest bequest.
What has one got in an ember Without a flame, one cannot see Foreboding winds fill November But it is not a winter freeze Why should I, in fear, abate The breeze inside, not yet a gust The twilight sky will my heart sate Not simply an impending dusk So I free my... Continue Reading →