Today is one of those clear days
where you could see
the smoke stacks across the lake.
_
Where you observe the faraway drifts
of activity; of clouds and people;
of waves and water.
the Self
- 'Living an experience, a particular fate, is accepting it fully... It is not a matter of explaining and solving, but of experiencing and describing.'-Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus
More poetry, please. More of anything peaceful.
Posted by: Rev Transit | April 16, 2007 at 09:17 PM