no moon last night - no birds sounding the break of day - no breeze - a calm but eerie silence on this gray monday occasionally broken by the sound of jet engines gaining altitude from their takeoffs at newark - everything seems distant or appears as facade - even the innocuous, pale ochre dawn which only a month ago, and a few months before that were more vibrant vivid, and more full of energy than could be anticipated - now its as though the hands of time have reached their zenith and momentarily hover while gaining momentum for a fast fall - a quick and muffled thud like the overripe walnuts on a thick cushion of dry grass and prematurely sun-bleached brown leaves ...
that is how this monday morning appears here ...
today,
maybe there’s a lesson in laura bush having her pain in the neck relieved ...
stay tuned for more info on redford’s ‘sundance summit’ ...
general petraeus will report to his boss ...
does fossettt pull a howard hughes - i hope that’s the case ...
