Friday, December 24, 2010

round and round we go

I am developing a fascination with time.  Recent events lead me to ponder it's plasticity; what does it mean when a moment turns viscous as glue? I recall a deep sense of calm as we spun on the icy road.  Clear slices of collected observation linger: oncoming trucks, honking of horns, and perpetual stillness.  Something about existing in the instant....  xo      

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