I can't sleep…
Quiet has many moods. When our sons are home, their energy is palpable. Even when they’re upstairs sleeping I can sense them, can feel the house filling with their presence, expanding like a sail billowed with air. I love the dawn stillness of a house full of sleepers, love knowing that within these walls our entire family is contained and safe, reunited, our stable four-sided shape resurrected.
~ Katrina Kenison, Magical Journey: An Apprenticeship in Contentment
Notes: Photo: Mennyfox55
“…In my own mind I’m a mirror. I see everything except myself. This way I can’t lose: even when broken, a polished surface reflects whatever looks in. – Rita Dove, from “Self-Portrait”
Scene: I-95, between Exits 7 & 8 in Stamford, CT. Morning commute.
Except for early morning hours, holidays, and snow storms, the scene is the same: traffic at a standstill for three exits.
I sit with hundreds of others in a sea of red tail lights.
There’s a flutter of wings, I shift my attention from Ahead to Up. Birds on power lines, lines crossing six lanes of I-95. Never once noticed these lines on my commute. Hundreds of passings? Thousands?
Why, sit on this line, on this highway?
Why, all sit on the same line?
Why here, of all places on Earth?
There’s a quick beep-beep behind me, a large gap has opened up in front.
I glance at the driver in my rear view mirror, give him a wave, and in the split second on my return to I-95, I catch Me in the same mirror.
The red tail lights flicker, traffic is moving, and Me along with it.
Yes, why?
Notes: Post Title taken from Philippe Petit’s “Man on Wire“
Notes:
New Apple holiday film tells a story of a girl who is bursting with ideas but is afraid to share them. Music: Billie Eilish with come out and play
