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Cusp of winter

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Black Friday is over. It's gray Saturday.

I have been trying to spend coatless time outside. I want frost and sleet to remind me I'm alive. But last night and again this morning, surly gusts whish and whoosh, wind-chill winter taunting bare arms and short sleeves.

The slab-gray sky is like a tarnished dime, silhouetting naked trees. Overnight dropped spotty snow, leaving my lawn pocked by white acne.

Here in Dismal Valley, late-November days challenge us to maintain cheer during weeks when the sun is on hiatus. Gray days stretch tentacles to snare us. The wind grates away souls as the season strives to deep-freeze our moods. Away are the songbirds here on the cusp of winter.

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sahlah
Nov. 27th, 2010 06:59 pm (UTC)
Beautifully shared - The slab-grey sky is like a tarnished dime, silhouetting naked trees.

Is that your photo? It feels like here, then grey is grey. I understand the need to stand outside in the cold - I do it in the rain.

The Earth keeps spinning my friend - it is truly the darkest these days. Solstice is less that a month away.

patrick_vecchio
Nov. 27th, 2010 07:02 pm (UTC)
Thanks for the kind words, and thank you for reading.

The photo is something I just pulled from the internet after doing a Google search for the phrase "gray day." It just seemed to mesh with what I was writing about.
sahlah
Nov. 27th, 2010 07:19 pm (UTC)
Oh good then I don't have to apologize for my appalling nerve at altering the image! I layered something called hypnotic over the image and got this:



There is hidden beauty in even the most grey of times.
patrick_vecchio
Nov. 27th, 2010 08:01 pm (UTC)
That looks like a hallucinogenic peacock.
sahlah
Nov. 27th, 2010 08:10 pm (UTC)
Yes, you were lamenting the loss of birds... :)
inkling7
Nov. 27th, 2010 07:11 pm (UTC)
You have a beautiful way with words, making even a gray day brighter.

"Away are the songbirds on the cusp of winter."...replaced by honking geese bragging to us poor New Yorkers that they're on their way south for a warmer winter.
patrick_vecchio
Nov. 27th, 2010 07:16 pm (UTC)
Thanks for the kind words, Sara. I was just noodling.

I didn't see any this fall, but I always stop to crane my neck skyward when I hear tundra swans up high, hooting as they head for the Chesapeake Bay and points further south.
nodressrehersal
Nov. 27th, 2010 11:19 pm (UTC)
Those "surly gusts" made me glad I was tucked safely inside last night, happy for the warmth of both bed and a body beside me.

Your words really capture the grayness of these days... I'm almost ready to welcome the lights of the holiday season.
patrick_vecchio
Nov. 27th, 2010 11:53 pm (UTC)
Thanks for reading, Jamie. I was just noodling with words.

Two things:

1. Any luck turning your phone into an MP3 player?

2. Are you guys going to go see Robert Randolph? (All of a sudden I'm a music addict and a concert junkie. Bought my John Mayall tickets today.)
nodressrehersal
Nov. 27th, 2010 11:57 pm (UTC)
Dang - I meant to answer the concert question yesterday! That's the night of our UB MWEE program graduation. I'd MUCH rather be at Robert Randolph, ESPECIALLY at the Tralf. His shows are so much fun; my face always hurts from smiling by the end of the night. I wonder how late graduation goes...

I haven't done any more research on the MP3 player option, other than to see that it might be doable.
cwmackowski
Nov. 28th, 2010 02:34 am (UTC)
Dude has got some mojo.
patrick_vecchio
Nov. 28th, 2010 02:50 am (UTC)
Thanks. Tryin'.
lancaster1250
Nov. 29th, 2010 09:39 pm (UTC)
I meant to post on this before. I think, here, the words are worth a 1,000 pictures. Beautifully poetic prose.
lancaster1250
Dec. 1st, 2010 03:39 pm (UTC)
Yourwelcomsoverymuch!
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