"And I noticed, suddenly, as the train tumbled and bounced down the track, that he was still. Perfectly still."
Kicking my legs off the edge of the jetty wall. It's warm, but with a tang or two left over from the long winter. Not yet a deep summers warmth. Lights from floating aircraft dance a ballet in the sky across the lake; an evolving constellation. There are a few stars poking through the luminous… Continue reading By The Marina
I finally understand the basis for the myth that if you take someones picture, you own their soul. As soon as I experience some wonderful moment (this morning: drifting ethereal piano while I slowly, achingly, become aware of warm early morning light on the stone outside the window while rising vented steam rises from a… Continue reading Capture
I'm reading an article on my computer, in my lap sits Puck, the cat I live with (I can hardly call him mine, any more than I am his; he's a tenant, and yet to make a rent payment). I'm petting him, he's enjoying it immensely. He purrs, and leans into my hand and arm.… Continue reading Puck