Soft Silhouettes

Saturday's silhouette is soft, unhurried...
                                                       

        Words like stay or still preside.

                                                                     

Echoes linger and the essence of everything is hushed..

                                                                

    I am oblivious to time's message...

                                                 

                                       this pic happened as I played with my camera the other night...

                                                          thought it suited this post...

                              Just here...now.

                                                                           

I love Saturdays. Somehow after the hustle and bustle of a school/ work week, it feels like a long exhale....especially in the winter....
Today the weather was muted also. 

                                                                                   

                                                                      

Gray fog blanketed the horizon...trees clung to fragments of frost and ice, just a slight breeze and it would be gone....I step softly through it all....library....groceries...cleaning...skiing....
Simple, Sacred prelude....
to the real day of rest....

                                                              

Stealthily and perpetually settling and loose lying...

(Robert Bridges)