He thought, for sure, the world is a wondrous place that can't be matched in any imagination.
Monday, July 14, 2008
Full of anticipation, he looked forward, the future not muddled with the clouds of what could be, but clear with what would be, a time of his own making.
Monday, June 16, 2008
It was a wonder, and yet he never once thought about it; it made him feel young.
Nothing but a numbness, spreading, that made him aware, the colors washing over them in the light of the setting sun, orange bursting from across the way.
Never content, when he stepped outside into the blustery wind off the water, he wished for warmer weather, all while remembering in the heat of August he'd prayed for winter.
Friday, January 04, 2008
"Look closely," he uttered, "and time stands still."
"There are books in which the footnotes or comments scrawled by some reader's hand in the margin are more interesting than the text. The world is one of these books."
~George Santayana, philosopher (1863-1952)