Sunday, January 18, 2004
I have not the words
to describe:
- the humble magnificence of a flotilla of drakes, silently cruising down the night-blackened mirror of the hospital lake in the frigid still of the night
- the relentless, infinitely-cycling wavelets born of a blustery mid-winter's gail, disrupting the surface of an otherwise frigidly-still lake and agitating it into almost organic life
- the sanctuary of a smile too rogueish to be considered serene, yet a perpetual source of peace to his cynical mind; and in its absence a still-fond memory that brings a moment's calm amidsts the anarchy that surrounds him in daily living
- the indomitable, oxymoronic spirit of fierce self-reliance and fiery contrariness incongruously intermingled with gentle goodwill and irrepressible humour that burned brightly within the soul of a woman
Some things simply cannot be captured - only experienced, and remembered.
to describe:
- the humble magnificence of a flotilla of drakes, silently cruising down the night-blackened mirror of the hospital lake in the frigid still of the night
- the relentless, infinitely-cycling wavelets born of a blustery mid-winter's gail, disrupting the surface of an otherwise frigidly-still lake and agitating it into almost organic life
- the sanctuary of a smile too rogueish to be considered serene, yet a perpetual source of peace to his cynical mind; and in its absence a still-fond memory that brings a moment's calm amidsts the anarchy that surrounds him in daily living
- the indomitable, oxymoronic spirit of fierce self-reliance and fiery contrariness incongruously intermingled with gentle goodwill and irrepressible humour that burned brightly within the soul of a woman
Some things simply cannot be captured - only experienced, and remembered.
