Wind howling down the mountain, clouds scudding across the sky, coalescing into big heavy dark clouds; rains slowly begin building up in intensity, the ground moistens turns dark, relief as rains come pouring down wetting the parched earth and I can’t take my eyes off the sight of the pelting rain.
Cold air fits me like a glove, as I walk hastily down the road full of cars with fogged up windows, the drivers looking out at me as if I were a comedian rushing for my next laugh, while the milky winters sun shone down on me obliquely from the north, and I smiled wryly enjoying…
Originally posted on Art of Quotation:
“Words have no single fixed meaning. Like wayward electrons, they can spin away from their initial orbits and enter a wider magnetic field. No one owns them or has a proprietary right to dictate how they will be used.” David Lehman, poet ?
Originally posted on Rethinking Life:
“Threats to freedom of speech, writing and action, though often trivial in isolation, are cumulative in their effect and, unless checked, lead to a general disrespect for the rights of the citizen.” — George Orwell, The Freedom Defence Committee (1948-09-18) via Quote of the Day — Yahooey’s Blog
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The moon slid huge into the dark sky, lighting all around me, as I looked up at its fullness, with dark patches standing out of the brightness; the garden takes on interesting shapes, shades of intrigue, of the mind dancing in circles of mystique, the soul catching the breeze, lifting into the universe, sighing to…