In the dove grey sky, uplit by the setting sun, a jet climbs to twenty-five thousand feet. In its wake, a bright, white crescent streaks heavenward; half a smile on the evening sky.
I love this zen snapshots. I must say, though I was not in NYC or DC or PA on 9/11, when I look up and see a jet and hear its roar, I often still catch a tight fear in my chest.
Pawlie You know, believe it or not, I didn't realise until your comment that I had posted this on the eleventh of the ninth. I hope it doesn't offend anybody.
We all have those moments of grace where the heavens conspire to deliver a slice of life too good to ignore. This blog is a receptacle for mine. Expect random (in every sense) observations, miraculous mundanities, and crimes against fashion; if it tickles me, I'll post it, as and when, no pressure.
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Hello there - I hope you saw me coming?! I've named you for a meme. I hope you'll pick it up at some point ...
http://sidmouth-town.blogspot.com/2007/09/name-game-meme.html
Well, my thinking friend, thank you. I shall answer at the other place if you don't mind - it's too zen around here for a meme.
Puss
How beautiful and appealing.
I love this zen snapshots. I must say, though I was not in NYC or DC or PA on 9/11, when I look up and see a jet and hear its roar, I often still catch a tight fear in my chest.
CEO
Thank you. It was alovely sight.
Pawlie
You know, believe it or not, I didn't realise until your comment that I had posted this on the eleventh of the ninth. I hope it doesn't offend anybody.
Puss
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