March 29, 2004
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March 07, 2004
Nevertheless, I walked outside and looked up into the freezing night air, and saw a brilliant moon high in the sky, illuminating surrounding clouds to a silver that only seems possible when the temperature's low. Perhaps the mercury in thermometers has fallen out of them and into the clouds? Poor verse perhaps, but it's the best I can do at the moment.
There are no orange lights from a foul city with crime on the rise and no sounds of wailing sirens. The only thing that disturbs the night is the wail of a Norfolk Southern K5LA horn as the Thoroughbred of Transportation thunders past my subdivision in the wee hours of the night, headed for points west.
There's a touch of snow in the air, and the wind's howling around and down into the chimney for the basement fireplace. There are no craven and despicable law students about, and I can look down at the garden/orchard or up at the forested land above my house and realize that I am home.
It's almost as if you could reach out and touch the face of God. Magnificent.
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