Dedicated to snatches of song that can sum up your state of mind at that moment.
To those song-
writers and poets who string words together that anyone can own.
To my own pen, that can create pieces of song, though rare...
Wednesday, April 09, 2008
View
morning window a contrail passes- through the blinds
One of the great joys of life is having a desk that faces a big window. Many times a day, I see a contrail slipping from slat to slat in my Venetian blinds. Sky, sun, plane, cloud. Ah.
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