Thursday, January 1, 2009

An Hour of Reverie

We create our own magic and madness; we wallow in the memories and linger in the frozen past discarded on the ground, between layers of newspaper and last year's subscriptions where we dream of projects and adventures and wonder at the distance of it all.
The secret wars and healing scars can be left behind for an hour of reverie - an hour of ritual and tea - an hour of me and the world behind the window, cold and blue and white - and only feathered friends - that fly when I come too close.

1 comment:

ehaw12gs said...

i picture myself with an old style earhorn. panning around the landscape. trying and trying to hear the silence. in a place where the din of noise is quieter (less relevant) than the silence.