Walking the dog in the too-early night, not being accustomed to this artificial invitation to one hour less of evening light, I am buffeted by whirling winds while simultaneously amused by Maggie's chasing of a wind-driven leaf here and then there, as if it were an escaping prey, and then dazzled by the surprising array of whitish-yellow lights draping two maples at the crest of the hill in the park overlooking the city, awaiting the advent of a feast of light on the darkest night.
Monday, November 05, 2007
A Sentence of Enlightenment
Walking the dog in the too-early night, not being accustomed to this artificial invitation to one hour less of evening light, I am buffeted by whirling winds while simultaneously amused by Maggie's chasing of a wind-driven leaf here and then there, as if it were an escaping prey, and then dazzled by the surprising array of whitish-yellow lights draping two maples at the crest of the hill in the park overlooking the city, awaiting the advent of a feast of light on the darkest night.
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4 comments:
Yeah, but wouldn't you have preferred to be at home in front of the warm fire?
Puss
Ah, time passages. And the clock ticks.
Puss,
Yes. But it's my time for meditation, even if the winds swirl.
Patti,
Tick away, it does. Sometimes church bells from down the hill.
pk
thank goodness - arizona doesn't move clocks...backwards nor forwards...we are content with the darken mornings..
i enjoyed your prose...thanks
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