Storing Vision
Sun casts the sea in silver, low slanted light skimming off the water, gleaming like vast ornamental plates beset with wooded islands, more fallen from
November 28, 2010
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Sun casts the sea in silver, low slanted light skimming off the water, gleaming like vast ornamental plates beset with wooded islands, more fallen from
The air grows still with silent pressure, urging the weight of discovery; the inner ear trembled by the sound of night. Everything dark, suggestive of
Driving through the rough-hewn gate past the carved wooden sign and down the gravel lane, I found the broad russet hay field lifted into autumn
The rain came softly in velvety mist, falling on the wet turf and our Saturday shoulders as we watched the match. One grandson streaking forward,
The season is turning with the aroma of fall; the earth exhales, the scent of leaves and open ground fill the air with her essence.