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Today’s guest poet: Robert Browning
Meeting At Night
The grey sea and the long black land;
And the yellow half-moon, large and low:
And the startled little waves that leap
In fiery ringlets from their sleep,
As I gain the cove with pushing prow,
And quench its speed i’ the slushy sand.
Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach;
Three fields to cross till a farm appears;
A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch
And blue spurt of a lighted match,
And a voice less loud, through joys and fears,
Than the two hearts beating each to each!
It will be some time before I see a moonlit beach again, as Roscoe is still needing to stay at the vet’s and the bill is mounting, but he is worth it. Until the night comes, memories and pictures will have to suffice.
Quote of the day: “Have you ever wondered why certain people cross our paths or are put into our lives? I wonder how many so-called chance meetings are really part of a bigger plan. Then that leads me to wonder if my presence has the same impact on someone I seemingly just passed by. Maybe if we approach every other person we encounter as if there is a specific reason and greater purpose than chance to why we met at that very moment in time, there would be a lot more civility and much greater care taken in our interactions.” — K. Wierman
That Roscoe is getting better
That my ex-husband is my ex-husband even though we are still close
That the “Twee-woo” bird has arrived!!
That there are 33 days until spring