Ah! Bright Wings.
(title comes from Hopkins' poem "God's Grandeur")
Morning walk, things I loved:
*elegant New England houses
*remembering what a "pediment" was on said houses
*passing through the smell of fabric softener coming from silver vents
*mossy tree trunks and mossy stone walls (a minor but lovely side effect of the flooding rains)
*few (but gorgeous) blossoms on the trees; millions of tiny green buds that promise blossoms
*sitting on a bench to pray, feeling the world reduce down to my prayer, birdsong, and a breeze that seemed to split at my nose and travel deliberately over both my ears, like a whisper
Morning walk, things I loved:
*elegant New England houses
*remembering what a "pediment" was on said houses
*passing through the smell of fabric softener coming from silver vents
*mossy tree trunks and mossy stone walls (a minor but lovely side effect of the flooding rains)
*few (but gorgeous) blossoms on the trees; millions of tiny green buds that promise blossoms
*sitting on a bench to pray, feeling the world reduce down to my prayer, birdsong, and a breeze that seemed to split at my nose and travel deliberately over both my ears, like a whisper
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