I had to go back to Ludington today. There was a little unfinished business from yesterday, and there were two more part-time jobs to apply for, where I had to appear in person. That makes 13 positions I've applied for. Not so much as a nibble yet. This blog is supposed to focus on the positive, but I am just setting the stage. Not only is the whole job search process discouraging, but the day was cold, windy, and dark.
At the beach, where I met someone, the wind was blowing the sand horizontally. I opened my car door just long enough to have a conversation about where we should go instead, and I instantly had sand in my eyes, teeth, etc. Not nice. It never rained, but it was like twilight when Maggie and I went for a walk at 4 pm.
So when we reached the stream in the cemetery ravine, my first thought was simply about how dark it was in the valley.
But then I suddenly realized that it was quiet. The wind was not howling in my ears. The temperature was warmer. As dismal as it had seemed a moment ago, I knew that this was the special treat for today.
So, I began looking for some treasures for me, and to share with you. In a narrow spot, the surface was riffled, perpetually soft and unfocused.
When I faced the other direction, more light could enter the lens, and this is the way things looked, just a few feet farther downstream.
Always a tiny boat or two, on their ways to worlds unknown. While I was experiencing the quiet, a song from one of my favorite albums came to mind. I don't have it in digital format, so I haven't heard it for a long time. I'll be sharing it on Sunday at Off the Sanctuary Wall.
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