“I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones” — Albert Einstein

Wednesday, November 9, 2011


If the sky were any prettier it would kill me. My incapacity to process it would overwhelm and cripple. The sun colors the sky best just before it breaks the horizon. It turns each wisp of cloud into a trailing kite. It enhances the tree in the fence row clinging to its last wind-torn leaf. It’s bigger than a barn from afar, this tree, and I don’t even know its name. Bigger than the tool shed and the barn put together. How come I’ve never stood underneath that tree with the birds’ nests unraveling in the wind? I’m too lazy. I haven’t walked through an adjacent field to stand under a tree bigger than a barn and older than the farm. My capacity to feel small is undiminished in the light of day. As the sun travels its low arc across the southern sky, I finish out the day in a multitude of smallish ways.


Jemi Fraser said...

Lovely. I often feel small too. The world, the universe are so overwhelming - and we're lucky to be a part of it. :)

Anthony Duce said...

Moments as expressed are to be enjoyed. Be a little selfish once in a while... Thanks for sharing this.

Liza said...

Thank you for sharing the joy in seeing something that occurs every day as special.

jbchicoine said...

That is really lovely...makes me sad for all the things I miss, but glad someone is keeping track and writing them down...

Yvonne Osborne said...

Thank you.

Thanks so much.

Thanks. We just have to take the time to look.

Thank you.

She Writes said...

Beauty is like that sometimes. Love the first line!

Yvonne Osborne said...

She Writes,
Thank you so much!