Point of View

Point of View
and if you wanted to drown you could, but you don’t...~David Whyte

Thursday, January 1, 2009

January 1, 2009: The View From My Window

Consider this: Multiple shades of blue marble the watered landscape, the barest hint of fuschia, like spilled paint, spreads outward over the sky, the alders trace a cold outline of deep maroon in the foreground. Traces of the New Year sun backlights the mountains across the bay, an ocher glow. Grewingk glacier makes a nonchalant retreat, holding the land like water cupped in a palm and spilling.
I am blessed.

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