Tag: Arts
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Winter Appears
It’s snowing, big soft flakes that melt when they hit the ground. The outside world smells cold and snowy, and the birds are quieter, their calls muted by the flakes. Buds are thickening on a few trees; with the changing climate it is difficult to know whether that is seasonal. It is noticeably colder today,…
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Pushing Large Rocks Uphill
A warm, foggy, dreary sort of day, more like Eliot’s early April than January, somehow fitting given our non-winter. I’m drinking my morning cup of coffee and listening to Vivaldi’s “Summer” from the “Four Seasons”; I wonder what he would make of this. As I wrote in my last post, the Holidays rather got away…
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