2012-12-29 - 9:39 p.m.
cold wind across the water will pull the tears from your eyes
do not love what you see cannot long exist, wrote one of the four great doctors of the western church. but everything that is perceived as passing away holds firm, and utterance, which passes away, expresses thoughts that endure without change.
hundreds and thousands of snow geese whirled up from the water in a vast wheeling cyclone and i was running back and forth on the reservoir dam, quick and helpless little steps in the face of one of the most beautiful things i have ever seen.
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reading: i am catching up on this year's new yorker fiction.
listening to: snowplows out on the road.
working on: making a new pair of socks.
in the garden: there is just snow like a blanket.