anecdote: On the way to work one morning, I noted these optimistic words on the sign in front of a fried chicken place: “Today is the first day of the rest of your life.” On the way home, I watched for the uplifting profundity on the reverse side, which turned out to be, “Wings, 12¢”.
Day, night, rise on wings of purest white
above the arching quarrels of the times
and listen, aching, to the silent tunes
above that giant sphere so perfect blue.
There is an article on this post in my companion blog, Platinum River—it is the entry for May 21, 2008.