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Saturday, January 09, 2010

Opaque



"Late in the cold night wakened, and heard wind,
And lay with eyes closed and silent, knowing
These words how bodiless they are..."

From "Night Images" by Robert Fitzgerald

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I dreamt there was a tornado coming, one so large I couldn't see it except for its effects -- the beautiful spectrum-laced cloud top, ice-crystal cloud tails making arcs in the stratosphere. My family was visiting, and of course I could not find, and then could not start, my car.

2 comments:

Shelly Lowenkopf said...

Somehow, things brighten up when you get out and start taking note of things.

Reya Mellicker said...

I've had that nightmare so many times: tornado coming, can't find my car. What does it mean?