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Something in me yearns to live close to water, to learn the changing face of the waves, the sound of them murmuring or crashing on the shore, depending on the weather….the plaintive cry of gulls, unseen but heard, a glimpse of sail…the way the line smudges between the water and the sky until I can’t tell where one begins and the other ends….the silent fog that wraps everything in mystery….and a gentle wind to rock me into dreams…

A Moment of Glory

I am privileged to view the mountains lining the Hudson River from my house.  This morning from the height of my development, I enjoyed the soft colors of dawn blanketing the snowy mountains.  354 more words


“If he ask a fish
Would he give him a serpent?”
Rain clouds the window