The ValleyMrs. Levin’s flat was very clean for someone of her age; I was accustomed to little old dears who confused tidiness with hygiene, their neatly ordered bookcases festooned with cobwebs and cat fur, their kitchens enveloped in a layer of dust. There was a sharper pair of eyes at work here.The Valley
“Do sit down,” she said, waving at a stately armchair. “I’ll get Sookie to make us some tea. The leaves may be getting expensive, but I shan’t have anything else, you know!” She looked very pleased with herself as she settled into the hollow on a rose-patterned settee. I very much doubted that tea would be forth
PerspectiveI stepped into the dark hallway and immediately the storm was silenced. Not so much as a breeze followed; there was simply quiet as my heart ceased its pounding. I looked back and saw only the bolts that had burned into my vision – my fingers followed the wall, looking for the door, but there was nothing.Perspective
Everything had made sense to that point. Now I was waking up, seeing the holes in the dream. There had been a door, I was sure of that much. A storm, too, or my clothes would not have been so cold against my skin. Beyond that, anything could have happened.
Unable to sense what lay behind, I gave myself over to
ProfessorHe held up the picture and waited for it to speak for itself. But nothing was said, not a stir. So he began:Professor
"We know all about the paint." His steps were sure. "It is everything that we see, mixed in myriad ways and played out on a gamut of strokes." He paused to admire the technique, and
a smile flitted across his face.
"But we can only look so close, and understand so much until we must consider the canvas." He bristled with excitement. "It is meaningless to us without the paint, but look how it catches the light, leads the colour. We know how, but not w
The First FlightAscent on burning wings beyond the boundless plain of sky; The chains of Earth are broken by ambition's call to fly. Sea and shore receding to be swallowed by the night As far away, new guides appear, temptations drawn in light.The First Flight
The spirit of adventure lures us out with promises of more to call our own; it shows us things we cannot understand until, too late, we see we are alone.
Witnesses to the infinite are forever sworn to silence
this was not meant for my eyes
i am too far from home
and the point of no retu
| dusty roads and engine faults touring stops and racing halts fall in love and fall in pain ride the wave and pray for rain |
I don't remember that.
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I'm glad you enjoyed... and always happy for the support!
John
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"all the diamonds in this world that mean anything to me,
are conjured up by wind and sunlight sparkling on the sea"
Bruce Cockburn
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