Wednesday, November 09, 2005
The Perfect Moment
Now, I've never been one of those sensitive souls who start dabbing at their eyes at the drop of a hat (what can you expect of someone who, in their salad days, used to delight in smashing empty beer cans on their forehead; since that was before aluminum cans, it might explain some of my subsequent actions). However, tonight I might have been a little misty. It was windy all day, but as the sun went down, the wind calmed, and I sat on one of the benches and watched, as the colors of the fall foliage in the garden turned from fire, to glowing coals, in the twilight. Just then a flight of snow white gulls flew up the valley, almost blinding in their purity against the deep blue sky. Perfect.// posted by IBOY @ 6:10 PM 
