Thursday, April 20, 2006

I dwell in possibility

I dwell in possibility-
A fairer House than Prose-
More numerous of Windows-
Superior-for Doors-

Of Chambers as the Cedars-
Impregnable of Eye-
And for an Everlasting Roof
The Gambrels of the Sky-

Of Visitors-the fairest-
For Occupation-This-
The spreading wide my narrow Hands
To Gather Paradise-

-Emily Dickinson

It's kind of a nice day out, all the dandelions out looking up at the sky, and the interzone was crowded, so i came back home to play a little music on the guitar, and here I am, typing away on the blog, not really having much to say. but in general, feel that this is the nicest time of year, with the winds going through the trees and the world being pretty quiet and all of that, and yet, it is always difficult to keep on track and do the things that need to be done. Still, there are the things that need to be done, and the things that need to make sense although maybe they don't and the things that involve toast and the buttering of toast, and then there's biscuits and gravy and other things like that.

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