Cloud Report
Late December
Something so enchanting about the icy, oblique sunlight of late December.
Wolfish world
Reading Moby Dick, which is funnier than I expected, and came across this evocative passage in Chapter X.
As I sat there in that now lonely room; the fire burning low, in that mild stage when, after its first intensity has warmed the air, it then only glows to be looked at; the evening shades and phantoms gathering round the casements, and peering in upon us silent, solitary twain; the storm booming without in solemn swells; I began to be sensible of strange feelings. I felt a melting in me. No more my splintered heart and maddened hand were turned against the wolfish world. This soothing savage had redeemed it. There he sat, his very indifference speaking a nature in which there lurked no civilized hypocrisies and bland deceits. Wild he was; a very sight of sights to see; yet I began to feel myself mysteriously drawn towards him. And those same things that would have repelled most others, they were the very magnets that thus drew me. Iโll try a pagan friend, thought I, since Christian kindness has proved but hollow courtesy.
The “wolfish world”, how apt! I feel like I could use such a pagan friend right now to show me the secret of contentment in a country grown strange and menacing.
Thin Ice
Listening to the new cover of Mad World by Lily Allen, contemplating my fragile resolve, feeling like I’m skating onto thin ice each new day.*
Cloud report
Cloud report
Equinox morning
Balanced greetings on the morning of the southward equinox. I confirmed for myself that the sun rose due East.
Shave cream
It’s the small adventures. Today’s Xtreme Sport was shaving with a tube of shave cream older than I am, found forgotten in the back of my parent’s cupboard, purchased in ’72 for 56ยข. Worked surprisingly well. #vintage
Strange bedfellows
A crisis makes for strange bedfellows. Flooding caused by your friendly neighborhood gardener caused two critters to seek refuge on the nearest shrub.