"And the sun looked over the mountain's rim: / And straight was a path of gold for him"

[larryhammer]

I walk out at dawn to find scattered puffy clouds under a sky shading from faint yellow through palest and then light blue -- the shadowed undersides darker than the air, the eastern edges lighter, and a few small ones the same saturation so that they all but disappear. And stillness -- complete stillness, not a twig stirring. And underneath it all, the faint scent of moisture, as if dew had considered the possibility of forming before changing its mind.

-=*=-
There are many reasons to not like living in Arizona, but I do appreciate that past mid-November I can still bicycle to work in shirt sleeves. The corporate climate as well is amenable: I'm wearing a Hawaiian shirt at work. A couple times this season it has shaded just a little too chill for short sleeves, at least in the mornings, but even then a cotton long-sleeve shirt still works. For now -- there will be storms, probably soon, with their cold fronts and real rain.

But for now ...

-=*=-
    Though the valley's dark,
the western hills are washed gold
    by early sunlight.
A glint of bright light reflects
from a distant windowpane.

---L.

Subject quote from "Parting at Morning," Robert Browning.

Comments

[sartorias.livejournal.com]

That is a lovely poem.

I am so enjoying getting to wear long sleeves!

[larryhammer]

Thankee.

I find shopping for long-sleeved shirts that fit me well annoying enough to want short sleeves to last as long as possible.

---L.

[sartorias.livejournal.com]

Yeah, you have to dress nice for the office. I just ordered them in a large enough size to cover my monkey-long arms. I don't care how much they flap.

"Order." It's not like I've bought any for some ten years. They simply don't get enough wear any given year.

[dancinghorse.livejournal.com]

Yes.

Oh yes.

Storms this weekend, they say. Meanwhile, we bask in the Perfect.

[larryhammer]

I saw. These are probably our last few days of basking for the year.

---L.

[sartorias.livejournal.com]

Oh, maybe we'll get some clouds!

[puddleshark.livejournal.com]

Beautiful. Thank you.

*pauses & sighs*

And now back to the icy rain...

[larryhammer]

But not, one trusts, fire and sleet and candle-light . . .

---L.