Man Praying?
Amen.
One of numberless joys of 7H life is clouds, not so much winter but clouds of summer that approach, threaten, dark, ominous and flashing, sometimes pass innocently all bark and no bite, and like life itself often animate or morph anthropologically before moving on. Where? Do clouds go to heaven?
There are lots of bears. Alligators, rabbits. Man driving a racecar. Man and woman making love. Man kicking a football. This guy: what's he doing, praying, or praising God? No, he's poised to catch a flyball and tag out the runner trying to make it back to first. Field of Dreams, build it and he will come.
At any event, a clear blue sky may make a fine day for a picnic, but it takes clouds to make a spectacular sunset*.
There'll be other days. No there won't. When you get to this age you'll realize that that was the only one and you can't get it back.
T
*Great picture, Hercules Pettis, thank you!
One of numberless joys of 7H life is clouds, not so much winter but clouds of summer that approach, threaten, dark, ominous and flashing, sometimes pass innocently all bark and no bite, and like life itself often animate or morph anthropologically before moving on. Where? Do clouds go to heaven?
There are lots of bears. Alligators, rabbits. Man driving a racecar. Man and woman making love. Man kicking a football. This guy: what's he doing, praying, or praising God? No, he's poised to catch a flyball and tag out the runner trying to make it back to first. Field of Dreams, build it and he will come.
At any event, a clear blue sky may make a fine day for a picnic, but it takes clouds to make a spectacular sunset*.
There'll be other days. No there won't. When you get to this age you'll realize that that was the only one and you can't get it back.
T
*Great picture, Hercules Pettis, thank you!