The Silent Fog

...And under the oppression of the silent fog

The tolling bell

Measures time not our time, rung by the unhurried

Ground swell, a time

Older than the time of chronometers, older

Than time counted by anxious worried women

Lying awake, calculating the future,

Trying to unweave, unwind, unravel

And piece together the past and the future,

Between midnight and dawn, when the past is all deception,

The future futureless, before the morning watch

When time stops and time is never ending...

 

~ from the Dry Salvages, by T.S. Eliot

 

 

Hi everybody! Thank you to all who have expressed concern over my disappearance - and yes, I'm fine, I just haven't had time to flickr due to other obligations. I've missed you all horribly and am back for a week or two. Smooches!

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