Thunder and lightning
and fog early this morning. The shine on the street looks like frozen rain. I am not looking forward to slip-sliding my way to work. It'll be grim, serious business.
Well, as I step into the day, the shine on the street seems to be water only, not ice. The air is almost like a spring breeze.
North of Fairwater, the rain has melted snow in the fields. Black soil and white snow like a checkerboard. North of the Sina pig farm, the fog thickens. It's close to the ground, heavy as unhappiness, a surreal sorrow.
Some people say a thousand words and I say "huh?". You say a hundred words and I can see, hear and feel. Your blog is one of my very favorites.
Posted by: Troy Mullens | March 08, 2008 at 04:50 PM
Thank you, Troy. It is very nice to hear that. We labor so much in silence that a kind word is always appreciated.
Posted by: Tom Montag | March 09, 2008 at 10:26 AM