"As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame; / [ . . . ] Each mortal thing does one thing and the same: / Deals out that being indoors each one dwells; / Selves -- goes itself; 'myself' it speaks and spells, / Crying 'What I do is me; for that I came'." --Gerard Manley Hopkins

01 November 2006


It rained last night. This morning a grey mist settled over the tops of the evergreens, softening them into a new autumn beauty and deepening their contrast with the flaming reds and burnished golds of their neighbors. On campus I walk through the mist as in another world, a faerie world where hope lies hidden, waiting, just beyond the edge of sight.


Awareness said...

I love your description.

Hope lives in the foggy mist that lifts up off the river where I live. You can see it in the autumn morning sunrise that is veiled by the mists.

Beautiful writing Inscapes..... Enjoy your day.....

Megan said...

I wish i could meet you while walking up the hill from chapel or through the halls after class. Ah, well, those days are gone. Happy writing!