We have at home, a reader of books…
When I posted about the
The Great Horned Owls are some of the most stunning wildlife I’ve been observing in Forest Park.
This morning I took Malvika to see the minks, and we did see them, though they were not cavorting at our feet like they sometimes do…but the treasure of the day was happening upon a stand (or a float?) of
History lives on in fossilized bones; In memories, written chronicles, inscribed palm leaves. It whispers in crumbling buildings’ ancient eaves; But it also echoes in cobblestones. As I walk on these bricks with a pensive tread; I muse on the hundreds of people, now dead, Who walked and rode their horses over stones like these. Their steps echo in my heart, across the centuries. The light on the street seems to shine from the past… Beyond my future, it seems, the paving stones will last.