Can’t you just picture a movie where the main character gazes at the far-off horizon–watching the gathering clouds–and mutters, “There’s a storm coming”? And then you, the viewer, roll your eyes. Maybe you even shift in your seat and sigh. Because, oh boy, he means it both literally *and* figuratively, and wow, what deep meaning! […]
Archive for August, 2011
Chorus of Crickets, Cicadas, and Katydids
Come August, the crickets and cicadas weave a blanket of sweet chirrups over every day. To me, it’s a song of coming harvest, autumn, and eventually winter death. To them, they’re just trying to get laid. And who could blame them? In a few short weeks they have to mature and propagate the species. Never […]
Moon Hill Pumpkin Ale, Or…
“I Breathe Black and Bleed Orange” It’s not autumn yet. Only for me, it is. For me, even the slight cooling of the air is enough to evoke a fall feeling. I go back to work, back to teaching, on August 22nd. What this means is I have to start getting ready now. I have […]
