Sunday, January 01, 2006

New Year

Last night we took the kids outside at midnight to look at the impossibly bright stars. Orion stood waiting on our doorstep and Canis Major leaped about the yard, urging us out. We stood together in pajamas and robes and boots, listening to the silence of a new year. And from the lake, or from Duluth, or from the docks, we could hear a ship giving multiple blasts on its horn -- not loud, but friendly, a promise.

It felt like things were turning. Slowly, like a loaded ore boat headed for Escanaba, but turning. Turning better.

2 comments:

  1. Beautiful.

    I know that sky...and I think you're the only person around who can make me long for it, even for a moment.

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  2. You're always welcome here, Frog. :)

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