It is a cold, foggy Sunday
morning in the City. A time for quiet, as the fog dampens not only the air, but
sound. It does not seem like a time for endings or a time for beginning. Just a
near silent morning thinking about today, not so much about yesterday and very
little about tomorrow. Reflecting on temporality: this magnificent butterfly
remains magnificent.
So beautiful and poignant, this present moment you've experienced and shared in words and image. Thank you Duff.
ReplyDeleteI like that description of the city, Duff - would like to be there on a day like that. It seems death can't really steal what is beautiful and meaningful.
ReplyDeleteIn the moment. Nice.
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