An Opera for the Ages
Enter : Whited puffy clots on a clear blue sky. Horizon to the south , garage doors to the north. The Ting, Ting, TANG of a mature Red Maple's arm candy, a two tier wind chime playing a happy tune. No marching rhythm here, just the slow dirge of rebirth and ecstasy. The sky's glide is a procession put forth with grace and an ease within. With waves rolling and lines following, all is a forward flow through iced crystals. The Sun track is exposed through spotty sun through the clouds of many shapes, now, the suns spectral spectacle received is a wordsmith's bonanza of thought through things that resonate. The Earth itself has softened and seems more acceptable. Small tufts and early shoots of grass have come to the show , making a great splash with their growth. Slightly tilted, l