Tag Archives: Walking

Dream Dog Dilemma on a Divided Road

Posted on November 22, 2008 by randomyriad

A man in a square cut black suit and broad-brimmed black hat, accompanied by a knee-high black dog, walks around bright white cement island in the middle of a gravel road, dividing a higher path from a lower one. All … Continue reading →

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A Walk with the Dog

Posted on March 25, 2008 by randomyriad

We reach the top of the little hill through the muddy forest suddenly noticing the heron still, silhouetted by the green-brown pool reflecting the sun the “croaaak” of a frog echoes. At my intake of breath shadow wings spread pushing … Continue reading →

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Winter Night Walk

Posted on January 21, 2008 by randomyriad

I walk back from the corner store my foggy breaths leading me up the hill. I see Orion in the southern sky so clear against the indigo with the crescent silver shining just over his outstretched arm. The sky dome … Continue reading →

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My Autobiography in Music Part II

Posted on November 19, 2007 by randomyriad

Pink Floyd – Wish You Were Here When I was about 20 years old, I remember walking aimlessly through life making movies in my head; this was the soundtrack for most of them. I was feeling lost and unable to … Continue reading →

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A little Woolf and a little White: a Better Day

Posted on October 9, 2007 by randomyriad

“I shall care little for the tastes of this world if the skies are still so glorious. Such expanse and majesty and illuminations, I have never seen, pure air and then such cloud conglomerations.” Virginia Woolf There were such glorious … Continue reading →

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