karl.wolfgang (Appalachian Son)
September Storm
Summer eluded the East Coast in 2014. Cool night breezes tempered the feverish buzz of locust. The daily wardrobe of Hawaiian shirts barely emerged from closets. During the first week of September, as if regretting missed opportunities for oppressive heat, made up for days past. Humid weather, the kind that sticks to a sultry body, hung over the Rappahannock countryside. (See www.visitrappahannockva.com/the-rappahannock-story/ ) Azure morning skies suddenly yielded to gathering columns of storm clouds, dwarfing the distant Shenandoah Mountains. The columns as if pillars of smoke, guiding the Jewish people through the desert for 40 years.
"I walk without flinching through the burning cathedral of the summer. My bank of wild grass is majestic
and full of music. It is a fire that solitude presses against my lips."
- Violette Leduc, Mad in Pursuit''
Like snow in summer and like rain at gathering time, so honor is not right for a fool. Proverbs 26
September Storm
Summer eluded the East Coast in 2014. Cool night breezes tempered the feverish buzz of locust. The daily wardrobe of Hawaiian shirts barely emerged from closets. During the first week of September, as if regretting missed opportunities for oppressive heat, made up for days past. Humid weather, the kind that sticks to a sultry body, hung over the Rappahannock countryside. (See www.visitrappahannockva.com/the-rappahannock-story/ ) Azure morning skies suddenly yielded to gathering columns of storm clouds, dwarfing the distant Shenandoah Mountains. The columns as if pillars of smoke, guiding the Jewish people through the desert for 40 years.
"I walk without flinching through the burning cathedral of the summer. My bank of wild grass is majestic
and full of music. It is a fire that solitude presses against my lips."
- Violette Leduc, Mad in Pursuit''
Like snow in summer and like rain at gathering time, so honor is not right for a fool. Proverbs 26