Thursday, November 10, 2005

a moment of splendor

The sky is completely, darkly overcast.  Not quite monochromatic.  There are areas that are dense and black and swirling areas of dark grey over the layer of plain grey.  Under the clouds, the world is dim and dark.  The wind roars and trees thrash.

A little while ago, it was night, then slowly, slowly, the houses and trees came into view as the sky gradually lightened.  It promised to be a nearly nonexistent dawn. 

Instead, there was a break in the clouds at the horizon and the dawn light shone through and bathed the scene in splendor.  Gold light touched every surface with magic.  It lingered and lingered, and then faded.  It was almost a return to night.  But looking out at the dull grey scene, I remember the magnificence.

I am certain of nothing but the Heart's affections and the truth of the Imagination- John Keats

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