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Printed from https://www.writing.com/main/profile/blog/nordicnoir/day/2-10-2021
by Ned
Rated: 13+ · Book · Entertainment · #2199980
Thoughts destined to be washed away by the tides of life.
I've been studying my cover photo for a while now, and it seems to me that it is more than just a photo of what is there that can be seen, more than just three white rocks stacked on a beach. It contains an important question about the future, about what happens long after the photographer has gone. What will happen to our pile of stones when the tide comes in? Will it topple or has the architect built this structure at a safe distance?

I don't know what will happen to these words that I stack here on the sand. They may prove safely distant, or they may be swallowed up by a rush of self-doubt. They may be here for a season. They may lose their balance and be scattered by the shoreline, or be hidden away under shifting sands. Perhaps someday, the tides of life will reclaim them.


Or maybe that's just a bunch of poetic, romantic nonsense. After all, this is just a blog.




February 10, 2021 at 8:01am
February 10, 2021 at 8:01am
#1004150
I woke up this morning with wonderful words and lines for a poem going through my head. Of course, most of it is lost to the brain fog that takes brilliant ideas with it when it clears. By the time I got to the bathroom, I remembered only two words of it. Ah well, that's two words more than I had written before.

It's rather good that I am here again this morning. I am keeping up with my goals, even though I didn't enter them at the Weekly Goals forum. I kept disappointing myself there. I need to whip myself into shape before I parade my ambitions in public.

The white down on the tree limbs was replenished last night with a fresh snowfall. It's strange to finally experience all the beauty of winter as we can see spring approaching on the calendar. We've turned that corner and even the groundhog's shadow can't stop the inevitability of it. I feel sorry for the birds who arrive early to begin the preparation of nests and plan for their spring broods. I know they are there because the cat chooses windows that look up into the trees and sits there from before dawn, staring up at the activity that only her alert observations can detect.

I am going to see if I can figure out how to make some keto pancakes and brew another cup of coffee. Then, I can start my day in earnest.


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