in quiet ...

I've been watching snow fall most of the day. It fascinates me. Cloud messages. White magic. Unwritten and unique. They say each graceful one is different. Like souls. Rushing, dawdling, twisting down to earth.

Should I watch each tiny piece of sky, stay with one gorgeous piece of it from first sight into end? Gorge senses on the whole she-bang? Map the journeys spiralling so close before they sweep away? How can they do this, show me every awesome swerve and curve, so intimately honest that every landing all but tears me open?

They never seem to collide, though, no matter how bizarre the flight-fall. Perhaps they know how not to interfere with another's path. Perhaps I just can't see when or where they touch and change. Each crystal beautifully decorates, completes a whole. Why can’t we be like this? Or are we? Maybe it just seems a very different story once we hit the ground, running. Perhaps we just forget how magically we embrace in our swerves and curves as we stumble on wet earth?

For all its problems, life and all, I could never wish away bold snow.

half-light thoughts

ok, it isn't much by way of snow, not like other places. I'm just sooo glad right now that I'm not in rush hour any more. Behind that wall lives BigDog - who has the most gorgeous deep voice, full of vibrant, rich and subtle tone. He barks as soon as I start to worry that I haven't heard him. Or when I am close to sleep. I don't mind. We have a telepathic link and that's cool. I need to know he's safe and present, since he isn't allowed indoors. The adults on his side of the wall regard his kind as unclean beasts. It's cold, the road is full of diamonds (the real things, not the stuff we invent as valuable) and I can only hug him with these words.

From my side of his wall.

His voice has helped me write; he makes me feel connected. Reassured. I recall when he first arrived. His sky-calls had a repetitive pattern and I ached to know exactly what he was saying. He gets no loving; no pats, not even company, except in summer when his younger people are outside. I love him. He's barking as I type. I like that. It's right that I speak of him, his huge soul and praise his cosmic place in my quiet life.

Sometimes there are no walls.

Also on the otherside, unknown bird-beings, maybe peacocks, who make terrifying and disturbing sounds - possibly before they leave this life? I don't know for sure, but when they scream, it's always really late at night ... and then nothing.

That worries me too.

in sight ...

*image: blueridgemuse.com

get a life when ...

your rooftop-drama dream.exe displays in HTML and the [escape-now] code is a broken hyperlink. Page Not Found. The weather font is meta-cold but the sky is clicked and saved to frame. Invisibly. Conversation is in bold italics; comic-sans. Untracked.

*image: crystalinks.com

birdseed ...

everywhere. In my hair. Jumper. Eyes. So much for being clever. Last time I got covered, wind had blown it all back at me, as if the Pigeons from The Park (PFTP) had decided those tiny particles hurled their way were beak-fulls short of a coconut. One collective sneeze and I was clearing up for days.

This time, I thought, I’ll position myself correctly. No wind. I was precise, gentle of movement and, on my last fling, took a smugly triumphant half-step backwards adding an audacious slight twist. Came nose to wire with bird feeder on washing line. Several times. Ricochet is glorious, eh? PFTP love that kind of thing.

errgghh ...

Couldn't make that moon-thingy post show up better. If you click the image, though, it works fine! It's not a poem, just what i hoped might be a cool way of presenting odd thoughts at odd times *grin ... ahhh well ...

After a couple of days erratically trying to sort out my errant puter, diverted and distracted by new clues every few seconds, i wonder how this blog actually looks to others. Not that i'd know how to account for resolution differences and whatnot else. However, i have fixed a recurring error message - though i'm sure the initial mission was about something else, long forgotten now ... i've breathed since then ... lol

not quite ...