The chalky sky is bright. Hints of blue hide in that whiteness, but most times all one sees is gray.
Branches in a cluster of trees are a mess of thread: in all directions they point with their dry brown, chalk color. They look sharp and brittle even before one touches them.
In a classroom some years ago there were math problems on a board which I copied sleepily into my book. The artifice of white on dark in order to create the visible might have been a consideration then – all I really wanted was to leave class.
Now I want to learn to read the problem. The ethereal blue, the brittle, finger-like branches – they’re juxtaposed and it feels like something should be between them. Something about the setup isn’t quite right, but it might be years before I figure out what.
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bro thank you for your kind words and inspiring me to continue blogging.
look forward to socially networking with you in the minutes and years ahead.
cheers michael
hey bro just linked back. you’re on the smaller blogroll. Every week or so I consolidate the small one into the big one. i would do it now, but have only less than 10 hours to get my post to front page, so am scrambled to get all my groups involved. cheers