Thursday, September 15, 2005
Out the window
The west-facing windows in the office look out over the fig tree out front, the walk below -- if you're standing right by the window -- and bits of the buildings up hill.
Today the windows also look out on a flutter of goldfinches, poking around looking for goodies in the fig tree.
posted by Sal Towse at 6:22 PM|
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Today the windows also look out on a flutter of goldfinches, poking around looking for goodies in the fig tree.
posted by Sal Towse at 6:22 PM|
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: views from the Hill
Bertold Brecht:
Everything changes. You can make
A fresh start with your final breath.
But what has happened has happened. And the water
You once poured into the wine cannot be
Drained off again.
Everything changes. You can make
A fresh start with your final breath.
But what has happened has happened. And the water
You once poured into the wine cannot be
Drained off again.
