Outside, the rain and falling leaves
\nare portents of frost and snow;
\ninside, the colours drift in patterns,
\nscents and warmth comfort us.<\/p>\n
Others glide by, guided by familiar
\nwalls, paths remembered by habit,
\nsensing peace in the known,
\nsatisfaction in frozen expectations.<\/p>\n
We allow ourselves to observe,
\nto listen to the amusing, silly,
\nand strange; we are none of these:
\nsimply, we process waste.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
On the way home from singing practice tonight, I thought I saw a worm on the wet pavement. It was probably a twig or a piece of cord. I thought of a worm burrowing, and my speculation led to this. (#956) Continue reading