on a walk in the beautiful early fall weather
taking in a bit of the world
listening to music
a man came up beside me to say
‘you have quite a cadence.’
something i’d never heard or considered
such a funny compliment
and happily noted.
—
“to brisk notes in cadence beating, glance their many-twinkling feet.”
-thomas gray
—
image credit: Science Magazine.org
along the path
on our walk
by the river
these tin soldiers
lie napping
in the sun
as they
await their moment
to fly once more.
“adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience.”
-ralph waldo emerson
—
huron river, ann arbor, michigan, usa
as i head into
day 5
still
off the
power grid
the pace of life
has
slowed
days
spent
walking
writing
reading
thinking
bathing by candlelight
catching up with friends
in the coffee shop
on the street
with
neighbors
there is a natural rhythm to it all
waking with the return of the light
sleeping when the dark returns once more
it’s a peaceful and quiet existence
*
until
monday comes
and
i have to
wake up
in the pitch black
to go to school
there’s an art
to applying
makeup
by
flashlight
and
with
only
two hands
luckily
my loyal
carpool partner
has
promised
to alert me
if
my clothes are on backwards
or
anything looks dramatically amiss
and
i find
that
while
i
look
forward to the light
i
am
enjoying the calm
of the dark
—
wisely, and slow. they stumble that run fast.
William Shakespeare
—
image credit: maggielissel.com
I didn't have my glasses on.... 