So Martin could walk
So Obama could run
So our children can fly.
Waves caught in a still frame
A touch of grace, comings and goings
frozen in time
Shards of ice, bully the fleet of
The bay was quiet
only an occasional snapping crack of ice as it shift to a more comfortable position or a goose eerily
honked searching for his mate.
Few were out in the grayness, the deep cold.
In the distance a biker stood on the edge of the pier, holding ever so still.
Did I dare interfere with his reverie?
With the slightly embarrassed "hi" I met Mike.
Mike: free spirit, world traveler, keeper of journals, biker, runner, reader, poet, reads Mary Oliver poetry and Terry Tempest Williams, thrives in ice and cold, looking for the next adventure, pursuing second career, loves architecture and numbers, grand talker, friendly and hopes we meet again.
As we spoke, the snow had deftly fallen,
sift like fine face powder
from a feathery puff.
Pure magic on Martin Luther's Birthday!
Each church and chapel was distinct and unique. One church had the true musty odor of a 200 year old building.
…the next step was to model them. What do you think? They could start a Painted Accessories business! Note their matching outfits. Pure coincidence!
Hannah, Esther Taylor and Emily have been friends from church. Emily was invited to their home where a lot of chatting took place.
Sophia and Olivia are friends from the apartment complex where Emily lived for a number of years. Eric and Tracy took the four giggly girls to see Bed Time Stories. Time simply flies when fun is being had, but the bewitching hour and preparations for New Year’s Eve were fast approaching.
We were in such a “HON” mood that the choice of the evening was to watch HAIRSPRAY and BREAKFAST AT TIFFANY’S…..yikes, TWO movies…..coupled with platefuls of mock Chinese food. It did seem a little “empty” without other family members gathered together, but we three made a terrific TRIO.
At midnight the duck dropped in Havre de Grace and fireworks blasted away. The winds were so strong, that it seemed like the fireworks were tilting!
We rang in a New Year!!!
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