Well, today turns out to be a two post day. I wandered over to the window, with the sun down for the night, and was captured by the slow drip, drip, drip of the melting icicles.
Icicles melting Slowly in still-frigid air… Drop by drop they shrink.
I've been thinking a lot lately about getting older, about approaching retirement, about being (once again) in a commuting marriage...about hoping this one lasts...
I'm still on the road-- Three marriages, six jobs, and Forty years later.
Bob Dylan sang tonight, live from the White House, and I felt transformed by the words and by the memories of a whole flood of words and sights and sounds..."there's a battle outside/And it is ragin'/It'll soon shake your windows/And rattle your walls/For the times they are a-changin'..." Forty-six years on, and that battle is still outside--and still inside me, and maybe inside all of us--and still raging.
Words from a distance… In time, not space…and the times Are changing again