Friday, June 29, 2012

June 28: Old Man and the knobbly knees

The fact that I personally feel that I have never seen a man so beautiful or heart touching may be concerning to a few, but, alas, it is true. I am enamored by him, in the sense that I find him to be a perfect specimen of living.
a. He has a sweater on, a subtly fantastic sweater.
b. Waves crash with shuddering power behind him and he stands impervious yet invigorated by the raw magnitude of this storm.
c. He reminds faintly of Ghandi.
d. Where is his gaze wandering? It is captured by something greater than this storm that is threatening to engulf him, and his expression is that of awe. Perhaps he has spot a far off winged angel, addressing the storm with her own cries, and he smiles at her jubilation in the face of a terrifying exploit of mother nature.
e. A survivor of life. And one day we will relate all his glories of living, when I get to know him in Iceland.

Saturday, June 23, 2012

Swedish Sweaters for the Sojourning Sage

I love alliteration, the steady repetition of friendly letters greeting each other in a satisfying manner, all saying yoo-hoo, hello lovely, my are you not marvelous? Hence I made the title of this an alliteration, another awe-filled word. But I am also discovering a budding love for the far off country of Iceland, its majestic beauty, makes my heart rear back its head and sing, and also the year round need to be wearing sweaters, another concept that my whole frame yearns for, do not ask me why, for I truly find it unexplainable, my fetish for sweaters. So I will sojourn out of here and travel to that remote world, raise 3 to 4 dogs, have a cat, a few birds, fish, and a ball python, all in a small, perfectly situated cabinesque or cape cod styled house, then I could leave home. Perhaps. Even still I feel that I may just hang around for a little longer before venturing out. For that would be a very big adventure. Marching forth from the place you have grown your heart, and taking those steps that have the pretense of boundless courage but are shivering with fear. Oh dear, still trying to accept it. But I am going to stay here with my friends, those sweet hearts, ah I love them.Yes I will stay for them.