Sunday, June 27, 2010

Foggy Day in Appleton

Denis was surprised when he saw that I intended to go for a bicycle ride at 5:00 o’clock this morning, not because of the time, but because of the fog. A moment before when I got out of bed and opened the draperies, I heard the steady drips of water on the leaves of the huge birch tree which shadows the corner of the house where my bedroom is located. The sound I heard wasn’t rain, just saturated air letting go of its cargo like a mechanical water clock.

Thursday, June 10, 2010

The Fix

Sometimes it takes a jolt to the system to snap oneself out of a rut. Like an old wagon, one can so easily roll along as before with neither the inclination nor the ability to change. Granted there may be a distant look in one’s eye, but abstract aspirations seldom inspire. Something more tangible and immediate is required as a stimulus.