Saturday, May 30, 2009

a fog laden birthday wish

to strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield

(as quoted on H.'s birthday card)

for my birthday, i wanted the moon. And the Manchester Unity building. Instead, I got a splendid morning.
cold& crisp, fog before winter. missed the 7 46 bus to box hill, had to wait in the cold, hoodie on. it's autumn. A few deciduous trees here and there, half visible in the fog. A magnificient spider web, hour-glass shaped, on something that looks like a pine tree branch, with needles sticking out. Hundreds and thousands little spherical droplets, each a tiny silver bauble with its captured light, safely ensconced within its sinewy shuddering connections to the world. Camera phone failed miserably at recreating the magic.

dress up in you

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