Sunday, March 1, 2009
Somewhere in the firmament
In the morning I am a believer. Walking through the park with the ground blanketed by frost, the rising sun beaming through the mist and trees I am filled with grandeur and the sublime. In the evening I am a skeptic. Night blankets the cosmos. My world is illumined by man made light, I am filled with fear and self reliance.
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