I have woken to the night. Fire courses through my veins, consuming, yet leaving me whole. Outside the silence erupts. An unguarded howl of triumph reverberates along the empty streets as torrential sheets of driving rain assault the pavement with a deafening, unexpected roar. Yet even the wind cannot compete with the excited, midnight laughter of those set free to rule this empty, rain-drenched city. As the downpour cedes to the bass of wind-fuelled surf, my heart lifts with theirs and together we thrill to the primal, gladdening beauty of its power.
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Introduction
"Only that day dawns to which we are awake," wrote Thoreau. This blog, in words and pictures, is my attempt to be awake: to be alive to the mystery of life. It is an exercise in gratitude and wonder, and an open invitation to beauty. Archives
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