Posted on April 4, 2018March 27, 2018 by Bud Hunt Brrr. But here we are. (Where are we again?) photo by: James P. Mann Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)MoreClick to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Skype (Opens in new window)Click to share on Telegram (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
On this side of the lens, the world remains golden, a hue of other days, fading away. Nostalgia tumbles from the sky, the truck’s plow clearing a path for today. We live in metaphor. – Kevin Kevin Hodgson´s last blog post ..Get Your Alchemy On (The Lab is Open) Reply
Warming Up To wake with cold and venture forth To leave the warmth of winter home And brave the cold and dark alone. To trudge through freshly fallen snow To scrape a windshield squeaky clear And wind blows doubts, increases fear. We push it back. We move along. Small steps forward, seldom wrong This chance is short. The night so long. For here it is, another chance. To face the cold, and dance the dance. (Be patient, please. Adjusting stance.) — Bud Hunt April 4th, 2018 https://www.evernote.com/l/AAHcK_yKkc1NFr6tecJAZ_oSbui2PWBCEbQ Reply
On this side
of the lens,
the world
remains golden,
a hue of
other days,
fading away.
Nostalgia tumbles
from the sky,
the truck’s plow
clearing a path
for today.
We live
in metaphor.
– Kevin
Kevin Hodgson´s last blog post ..Get Your Alchemy On (The Lab is Open)
Warming Up
To wake with cold and venture forth
To leave the warmth of winter home
And brave the cold and dark alone.
To trudge through freshly fallen snow
To scrape a windshield squeaky clear
And wind blows doubts, increases fear.
We push it back. We move along.
Small steps forward, seldom wrong
This chance is short. The night so long.
For here it is, another chance.
To face the cold, and dance the dance.
(Be patient, please. Adjusting stance.)
— Bud Hunt
April 4th, 2018
https://www.evernote.com/l/AAHcK_yKkc1NFr6tecJAZ_oSbui2PWBCEbQ