stillness, silence swaying willow limbs splinters the morning fog *I have a beautiful and ancient birch willow tree in my front yard. I cannot begin to describe the peace of mind this fickle, but stoic tree brings me, every time I open my front door. Regardless of the season, she is a beauty. But on a foggy winter morning and laden with hoary frost; she simply sparkles and sings with vibrato, of course, aided by a breeze. Yet somehow, with all that action, she also transmits stillness and an inner silence. The irony of a natural beauty.*
 *** # Today's Temptation 
to lay silently drift in and out of dreams today’s temptation
*Taoist philosophy holds to the statement that the master does nothing. Always the temptation. To take the day off, to lay back and gaze upon the sky, and if the body and mind allow, drift off to dreams. A masterful day spent, indeed.*  *** # Joy Caught Up 

the Ferris Wheel has not stopped but slowed blurs now solid joy ... caught up 
*Sometimes it is the moments that come right after the thrill that contains the true joy, relived in our patchwork of memories.*
 *** # Anticipation of a Fall 


crinkled leaves springs coiled anticipation of a fall into the breeze 
*Is there any natural sound more delightful than the crunch of Autumn leaves on a sunny fall day? The crinkle cuts are made all the more delightful when in response to some woodland's tootsies, a squirrel or rabbit. Add a just a light breeze and the sublime is reached. Says I, anyways*
 *** # Earthlings Abide 


red harvest moon Earthlings abide lunar tides stop and observe 
*We are, hopefully, still a few months from harvest and Autumn, but the Moon does not need to wait for the season to turn to get big, bold, golden or rosy. Luna does tend to steal the show up in these Northern parts, taking on unexpected hues and showing her meteor-chiseled semblance a little clearer than in the smog-ridden cities. Our dearest satellite offers so many visual delights. It is not the just the keeper of tides.*
 *** # An Orb Rises 

an orb rises pressure mounts; currents aired nature speaks her tongue in whispers and gales Earth and Cosmos resolve and evolve