Understand, I'll slip quietly-Rilke
Away from the noisy crowd
When I see the pale
Stars rising, blooming over the oaks
I'll pursue solitary pathways
Through the pale twilit meadows,
With only this one dream:
You come too.
This past weekend was hurricane weekend: filled with dramatic radio announcements, overly crowded gas stations, sporadic torrential downpours, and majestic winds. Not to mention some flooding and big waves, as witnessed at a nearby park:
Unfortunately (or fortunately) I walked all the way to work this morning, only to discover that the power was not operating at my office building. It has been, to say the least, a very long weekend.