The Winter of our Discontent

“It’s so much darker when a light goes out than it would have been if it had never shone.”

~John Steinbeck, The Winter of our Discontent

 

Mt Timpanogos across the cold waters of Utah lake

Do they understand? Is their life more simple?

It’s too cold outside for angels to fly

Sound of Silence

Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing. And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb. And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.

~Khalil Gibran

Marshes

I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars.

~Walt Whitman

The Sparkle of Frost

He who marvels at the beauty of the world in summer will find equal cause for wonder and admiration in winter.   ~John Burroughs

 

Frosted trees in the blue fog

Fog blanketing the Salt Lake City valley

Sun refractions creating blue fog

Ducks at La Caille

Little Cottonwood granite trying to peek through the fog.

Snowflakes on berries

Berry laden frosted tree

Frozen fountain

Remnants of Christmas in the fog

Laden willow tree

Froggie in the frost.

The Geese of Beverly Road

We’ll take ourselves out in the street
And wear the blood in our cheeks like red roses
We’ll go from car to sleeping car and whisper in their sleeping ears
We were here, we were here
We’ll set off the geese of Beverly Road

Hey love, we’ll get away with it
We’ll run like we’re awesome, totally genius
Hey love, we’ll get away with it
We’ll run like we’re awesome

We won’t be disappointed
We’ll fight like girls for our place at the table
Our room on the floor
We’ll set off the geese of Beverly Road

Hey love, we’ll get away with it
We’ll run like we’re awesome, totally genius
Hey love, we’ll get away with it
We’ll run like we’re awesome

We’re the heirs to the glimmering world
We’re the heirs to the glimmering world
We’re the heirs to the glimmering world
We’re the heirs to the glimmering world

We’re drunk and sparking, our legs are open
Our hands are covered in cake
But I swear we didn’t have any
I swear we didn’t have any

Hey, love, we’ll get away with it
We’ll run like we’re awesome, totally genius
Hey, love, we’ll get away with it
We’ll run like we’re awesome

We’re the heirs to the glimmering world
We’re the heirs to the glimmering world
We’re the heirs to the glimmering world
We’re the heirs to the glimmering world

Oh, come, come be my waitress and serve me tonight
Serve me the sky tonight
Oh, come, come be my waitress and serve me tonight
Serve me the sky with a big slice of lemon

We’re the heirs to the glimmering world
We’re the heirs to the glimmering world
We’re the heirs to the glimmering world
We’re the heirs to the glimmering world

The Geese of Beverly Road (The National)

Taking Flight

He who would learn to fly one day must first learn to stand and walk and run and climb and dance; one cannot fly into flying. ~Friedrich Nietzsche