Paris adjusted his position in the chair. As chairs go, it was far from anything special. It was rigid, with no cushion or padding of which to speak. It was constructed of some unidentifiable wood, covered by a thin layer of a dark and slightly copper hued paint. The paint flaked off the chair at […]
Month: July 2017
Prestidigitation
What is fear without a rush? What of confidence without doubt? What is ecstasy without melancholy? What of silence without song? It’s the great emotional sleight of hand, the divulging of one and sublimation of the other. It’s the perfect sentimental illusion. Proffering grandness while shrinking another. What is anger without meekness? What of love without […]
The great sadness of old socks
Over time I have amassed a considerable collection of single socks. I would do a load of laundry, and find that there were a few socks that were lacking their mate. These halves of a pair I would throw into a drawer, intending that when another load of laundry was complete, I would match them with their […]
The Unbent
Though the wind tears upon my face and rips through my clothing, and slices into my skin, Though the rain hammers my scalp, drenches my coverings, and chills me to the bone, Though the sun creates blisters upon my neck, and causes me to shed that which shields my flesh, Though the snow and ice […]
Lessons from the Trail (II)
After my meeting with Billy Goat, and a longer than normal rest period, I continued south on the AT. I was well fueled, and felt well rested, though I had only hiked between seven and eight miles. When I would do dayhikes, my feelings of fatigue only showed themselves after twelve or thirteen miles. Admittedly, […]
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One step, one breath, one touch, one blink. One love, one sadness, one anger, one bliss. One summer, one fall, one spring, no thaw. Single vision, solo feel, one impression, one song. A direction, a choice, a journey, a life. One is what we are, what we believe. One is how we feel, how we […]