Double Rainbow. 6:46 pm. March 27 2024. Cove Island Park, Stamford, CT. (Now I didn’t go as far as The Double Rainbow Guy, but these were a few magic moments.)
Double Rainbow! Where? Where else…
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T.G.I.F: a segment of the rainbow which I have clutched
The true harvest of my daily life is somewhat as intangible and indescribable as the tints of morning or evening. ย It is a little star-dust caught, a segment of the rainbow which I have clutched.
–ย Henry David Thoreau,ย Walden
Notes:
- Photo: DK @ Daybreak. 6:52 am, April 1, 2022. 54ยฐ F. Cove Island Park, Stamford, CT.ย More photos from this morning here.
- Quote from Steve Layman
Miracle. All of It. (Miracle Fair)
Commonplace miracle:
that so many commonplace miracles happen.
An ordinary miracle:
in the dead of night
the barking of invisible dogs.
One miracle out of many:
a small, airy cloud
yet it can block a large and heavy moon.
Several miracles in one:
an alder tree reflected in the water,
and that itโs backwards left to right
and that it grows there, crown down
and never reaches the bottom,
even though the water is shallow.
An everyday miracle:
winds weak to moderate
turning gusty in storms.
First among equal miracles:
cows are cows.
Second to none:
just this orchard
from just that seed.
A miracle without a cape and top hat:
scattering white doves.
A miracle, for what else could you call it:
today the sun rose at three-fourteen
and will set at eight-o-one.
A miracle, less surprising than it should be:
even though the hand has fewer than six fingers,
it still has more than four.
A miracle, just take a look around:
the world is everywhere.
An additional miracle, as everything is additional:
the unthinkable
is thinkable.
~ Wislawa Szymborska, โMiracle Fairโ (tr. Joanna Trzeciak) in โMiracle Fair: Selected Poems of Wislawa Szymborskaโ
Notes:
- Poem -Thank you Beth @ Alive on All Channels. Photo/Gif: via mennyfox55
- Related Posts:ย Miracle. All of it.
- Inspiration:ย Inspired by Albert Einsteinโs quote:ย โThere are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.โ
Walking Cross-Town. Under the Rainbow.
50ยฐ F, mid-January. Shameful, I know, but if this is global warming, fill me up, give me more, take me Home to Spring.
I wait for the light to turn and look up squinting, the Sun beams warm the bones, the soul.
I cross Madison and head up 48th.
The City that never sleeps is in peripatetic flight โ cabs zigzagging, buses spewing exhaust, delivery trucks unloading the day’s provisions, couriers on bikes, commuters with one foot on gas, one hand on horn, street sweepers with rotating brushes raising dust, garbage trucks with their putrid stench, shopkeepers lifting their steel grates, street vendors setting out their apples, bananas and bagels โ โ and thoughts.
Walking these same concrete streets in a New Year. No cake, no candles, no party hats at 10 years. Here walks an off-center screw, never quite center, never just right โ and yet the hand re-grips, shredding those fine threads, tightening and tightening cross-thread. Must find Proof. Continue reading “Walking Cross-Town. Under the Rainbow.”