phenomenon

 

 

 

 

one beautiful bright sunny December day
we thought it would be a nice time to explore the seaside town of Rockport
as we neared the coast
the clouds rolled in
snow blew and swirled around us
it looked like a nor’easter had hit
strange, it wasn’t in the forecast
turns out, that day a snow cloud decided to hang out over just this particular town
while the rest of Massachusetts was crystal clear

it was magical
people went about their shopping, dashing into coffee shops for warmth
the holiday lights twinkled, there was a party-like atmosphere about the town

 

while this photo is far from perfect
I love it for the memory
one I have thought about every Christmas since

a simple gift

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

bread crumbs

 

 

 

 

 

“Every hour, Robert thinks, all over the globe, an infinite number of memories disappear, whole glowing atlases dragged into graves. But during that same hour children are moving about, surveying territory that seems to them entirely new. They push back the darkness; they scatter memories behind them like bread crumbs. The world is remade.”

 

~ Anthony Doerr

 

 

 

 

 

giving way

 

 

 

 

 

“How long before the eaves gave way
to the sky, or the bathroom floor
was jack-hammered to bone,
while the trees outside were left
to redirect the wind?

How quickly the den must have become more kitchen
and bedrooms lost their privacy. I see the books
we’d packed up and moved years ago
under a pile of fresh rubble, still sending off dust—

titles stunned to a babble
in gold leaf.”

~ Kristen Henderson

 

 

 

 

 

 

metaphor

 

 

 

I once suggested she have a good cry
she said “I’m afraid if I start
I’ll never be able to stop”

 

 

 

 

rich

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

hide and go seek in her greenhouse
pots of iris and gladiola bulbs
the air was thick and rich
with the scent of dirt