Ocean Blues
Aug. 16th, 2005 07:16 pmI've been slightly cold all day, which is, considering recent weather, a remarkable novelty; whenever some part of me twitches with the feeling that I ought to close the door to my deck or put a sweater on, the bits that are relishing it drown it out. I feel like I can occasionally smell the sea on the breeze, and not just the sea but a sense of somewhere else, somewhere on the shore, with wind and rocks that you pick your way carefully through. Something heightened.
Sometimes I wonder if the world is just going to keep building into the numinous as I grow older, until I'm left wandering about with my mouth open, bereft of all power of description, breathing deep and occasionally, for no apparent reason, quietly beginning to cry.
Sometimes I wonder if the world is just going to keep building into the numinous as I grow older, until I'm left wandering about with my mouth open, bereft of all power of description, breathing deep and occasionally, for no apparent reason, quietly beginning to cry.
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Date: 2005-08-18 07:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-18 05:41 pm (UTC)