The Racing Wind

Dusk. Black etched trees, silhouettes against a grey striped sky. The racing wind collects leaves from dancing limbs, whistling as it passes. Pushing the fence with insistant nudges, the old wood creaks and moans but holds its ground - the wind moves on.

"No matter how the wind howls, the mountain cannot bow to it" - Anon

Out With The Old

The old mattress leans like a fallen monolith, narrowing the already crowded hallway. Meanwhile its successor, plump and comfortable, makes itself at home on our bedframe.

"For sleep, one needs endless depths of blackness to sink into; daylight is too shallow, it will not cover one."
- Anne Morrow Lindbergh

Windows Open

Windows open, I hear the rain fall. Drops explode, then drip from the pitched roof of the bird table, inside a solitary sparrow waits.

"There is no language of the holy. The sacred lies in the ordinary." - Deng Ming-Dao

Perserverance and Belief

He flew, he finally flew. The endless months of metal and plans, the will it? won't it? questions finally answered and put to rest. The spinning propellor, the majestic wing, his amazing perserverance and belief in his quest allowed him to take to the air. He flew, he finally flew.

"A thousand things went right today." - Ilan Shamir