There are people whose frames seem to droop, however which way they shift, and carry, their weight. It's as if the eyes are perennially searching for the ground, or some place close to it; the mouth is fixed in a frown that has a mark of semi-permanence about it, adding a stratum of sadness to a countenance already doleful. Is it a passing grief, some enduring heartache, or some constant solitariness? One may never know, unless the courage to approach and the patience to dig unearths for one an answer. And the answer may well be another trench of more questions, more speculations.

A look upwards, toward a sunlit sky, perhaps, and a breath of fragrant, greens-and-blooms-kissed air, should lighten the encumbrance, a little bit at a time, and then a bit more, until the shoulders inspire themselves to straighten up, the eyes tire of the browns and the grays, and the mouth curls up into the beginnings of a smile, one that will keep coming back, again, and again, until the heart to make it stay finally makes it stay.

Loveliness Found: From Leiv's Facebook wall

I miss home. Where the old woman comes to chase me away from the sea to tell me it's time for lunch. Where playing tag with monstrous waves as the tide rises in the early evening is as common as orange-riddled sunsets. Where everyone knows everyone but not well enough to take the other for granted. Where there's a palatable concoction of the strange and the familiar.

"He knew her, he believed. He would teach her that she was not his possession, he would show her she was free, he would see her flash her wings." 


— A.S. Byatt, Possession

To what distance and by what path
-"Silence Wager Stories"
Susan Howe

These sudden, stalling, momentary standstills make me wonder, sometimes, make me ask when all the running will finally stop.

Picking up

and she pauses, five breaths
long, but soon the clouds
draw over the now vanishing glow,

and she turns to resume
her flight.

Vanessa

That dragonfly should've been a butterfly. LOL