Late January Fog

Three days of mist mixed with drizzle. The air stands still. It smells clean and cold. Objects materialize and disappear at close range. 

I blame the weather for my strange dreams at night. 










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Currently Reading: Born Standing Up by Steve Martin
Thoroughly Pleased By: ASAPScience channel on Youtube
Recent Habit: Playing gin rummy with my kid
Quote That Made My Day: 'Never fear, guacamole is here' (Thanks, D.)

Green Sweet Spot

I'm hard pressed to think of a more pleasant surprise than finding something green sitting prettily on the cold, winter ground. Found this one on my morning lap around Wehrspann Lake.

Something Small

Sometimes I read the latest news reports and wonder how a person can engage with the darkness of this world and move with something other than despair? 

The news swells in my head like a colorless fog. And I'll walk around filled up with it, or sink into a swamp. 

But in the end I make a conscious, or somewhat conscious, decision I'll make to stand still and pay attention to something small. The sweet smell of soap, or eating sliced apples with my kid. 

And it connects to me, this small thing, whatever it is. The tie between us like the filament in a lightbulb. It offers a sort of comfort. Allows a kind of goodness to grow again in my brain. 

And after a while, sometimes a long while, the just darkness just doesn't feel so close.

Sky Watching

 Outside Lincoln, NE - December 13, 2012

Sunsets are oftentimes the most remarkable feature of the Midwestern landscape. This one followed me all way home yesterday.

Still Open - Just Moving

http://adrianlovesowls.blogspot.com/

Pepe's Vegetarian Bistro, home of the best tacos in town, is still open Havelock through December.

Owner Pepe Ferito hopes to throw open his doors in a new location (Indian Village at 13th and High streets) on January 4 but guessed it will be February before it happens.

Through December, though, the Havelock location is taking things down, moving things around, but they're still cookin'.

Stop by.
Eat tacos.
You'll be glad you did.

Winter Morning

Freezing cold. No snow. These winter mornings have a bright moon. A blue light that comes up from ground. Vapor that comes from breathing. A hard skin of ice on my windshield just from standing still.

Sunday

"Sometimes I have loved the peacefulness of an ordinary Sunday. It is like standing in a newly planted garden after a warm rain. You can feel the silent and invisible life. All it needs from you is that you take care not to trample on it." 

– Marilynn Robinson, Gilead (2004)