oh, joy!
yea! who would have thought an afternoon to myself in the middle of the week would be such a pleasant and eagerly accepted gift?! an opportunity to explore new parts of the city, chat with my loved ones and even contribute to my meager little blog! ;o)
so the weather here has been very uncharacteristically sunny! driving home from school i catch myself looking twice because the mountains on the horizion are such an unexpected (though very welcome) sight! as much as i am learning to love and appreciate a new climate there are moments when i can't help but wish that i might wake up in the morning to peek out my window and see a peaceful blanket of snow quietly resting on the landscape...in fact there is a slight possibilty of snow this coming weekend, which leaves me anxiously awaiting the weatherman's surmise on friday evening!!!!
so it feels odd to share my personal accounts of life in seattle...perhaps some sort of random thought would be more fitting...well, the truth is i think school is slowly siphoning every last ounce of creativity from my fragile brain...so i will instead borrow some creativity from one of my favorite and most inspiring poets:
IT sifts from Leaden Sieves--
It powders all the Wood.
It fills with Alabaster Wool
The Wrinkles of the Road--
It makes an Even Face
Of Mountain and of Plain--
Unbroken Forehead from the East
Unto the East again--
It reaches to the Fence--
It wraps it Rail by Rail
Till it is lost in Fleeces--
It deals Celestial Veil
To Stump and Stack--and Stem--
A Summer's empty Room--
Acres of Joints where Harvests were,
Recordless, but for them--
It Ruffles Wrists of Posts
As Ankles of a Queen--
Then stills its Artisans--like Ghosts,
Denying they have been--
-Emily Dickinson
so the weather here has been very uncharacteristically sunny! driving home from school i catch myself looking twice because the mountains on the horizion are such an unexpected (though very welcome) sight! as much as i am learning to love and appreciate a new climate there are moments when i can't help but wish that i might wake up in the morning to peek out my window and see a peaceful blanket of snow quietly resting on the landscape...in fact there is a slight possibilty of snow this coming weekend, which leaves me anxiously awaiting the weatherman's surmise on friday evening!!!!
so it feels odd to share my personal accounts of life in seattle...perhaps some sort of random thought would be more fitting...well, the truth is i think school is slowly siphoning every last ounce of creativity from my fragile brain...so i will instead borrow some creativity from one of my favorite and most inspiring poets:
IT sifts from Leaden Sieves--
It powders all the Wood.
It fills with Alabaster Wool
The Wrinkles of the Road--
It makes an Even Face
Of Mountain and of Plain--
Unbroken Forehead from the East
Unto the East again--
It reaches to the Fence--
It wraps it Rail by Rail
Till it is lost in Fleeces--
It deals Celestial Veil
To Stump and Stack--and Stem--
A Summer's empty Room--
Acres of Joints where Harvests were,
Recordless, but for them--
It Ruffles Wrists of Posts
As Ankles of a Queen--
Then stills its Artisans--like Ghosts,
Denying they have been--
-Emily Dickinson
posted by r.m. @ 9:00 PM
2 Comments:
At 1:04 PM, February 21, 2006,
Amy said…
Totally unrelated- I just finished Fast Food Nation and I never want to eat processed beef again! (But I probably will). It's an interesting book about the evils of McDonald's- you should check it out sometime. :)
I think the puds still misses you!
At 2:59 PM, February 21, 2006,
r.m. said…
puddsy wuddsy! i miss you too!!!
fast food nation eh? sounds like a good read, i'll have to check it out ;o) maybe it will help me with my chipotle addiction? (sadly, they do hail from the same fast food Mcfamily)
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