Opening the doors
I see
that the landscape
is
ever-changing.
One moment becomes
another,
not
in a sequence or
progression,
But as
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Louis awoke in his chalet to the sound of tearing winds. The night had been deep and full of tossing dreams beneath the powerful sway of the full and cloudy moon. He lay in fuzzy, semi-sleep. His eyes burned, and he did not wish to rise.
The March wind rushed along the earth and slammed against the chalet walls. There was no shuddering, yet the sound was powerful. He could imagine that the sea below his hill would be quite
…
On the floating dock below Bartram Campus of Bolles School, before Friends Meeting a few weekends ago, I looked north into the shadows and saw the scene I have called Glyphs of wood and water. The water so still, the curves of wood almost speaking aloud.
I turned to the south then, where the mid-morning sun reached the creek from above the trees.
