Pontiac Ice Capsule

Leaving my house this morning, under blue skies, with bright horizontal sunbeams doing little to raise the temperatures, I slid into my frost encrusted car and cocooned myself from the world around me. I have an ice scraper but today I chose a pacifistic approach; preferring to experience a moment of beauty and reflection; respite from the daily grind. I started the motor, turned off the radio and listened to my own thoughts, inside a magical, diamond encrusted palace. The windshield was a landscape of luminous white feathers, slowly growing translucent and sliding away into clear chill liquid as the heater gently returned me to the reality of life. Off to work. Sigh!

Dusk in Winter

The sun sets in the cold without friends

Without reproaches after all it has done for us

It goes down believing in nothing

When it is gone I hear the stream running after it

It has brought its' flute- It is a long way

by W.S. Merwin