sit a spell

<body><script type="text/javascript"> function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) { if(window.addEventListener) { window.addEventListener('load', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false); } else { window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }); } } </script> <div id="navbar-iframe-container"></div> <script type="text/javascript" src="https://apis.google.com/js/platform.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript"> gapi.load("gapi.iframes:gapi.iframes.style.bubble", function() { if (gapi.iframes && gapi.iframes.getContext) { gapi.iframes.getContext().openChild({ url: 'https://www.blogger.com/navbar.g?targetBlogID\x3d8674061\x26blogName\x3dsit+a+spell\x26publishMode\x3dPUBLISH_MODE_BLOGSPOT\x26navbarType\x3dTAN\x26layoutType\x3dCLASSIC\x26searchRoot\x3dhttps://sitaspell.blogspot.com/search\x26blogLocale\x3den_US\x26v\x3d2\x26homepageUrl\x3dhttps://sitaspell.blogspot.com/\x26vt\x3d8411401950638883757', where: document.getElementById("navbar-iframe-container"), id: "navbar-iframe" }); } }); </script>

occasional musings of a southern girl when she has a chance to think and ...

Thursday, April 07, 2005

yesterday

2004-04-08_13-08-56
Originally uploaded by miyana2m.

Today it is gray and dark, gloomy in fact. I have only 35 more essays to grade in this marathon, and yet, it feels like a hundred still to go. My usually cheery office feels cold and dungeonlike.

But yesterday, I walked under trees like the ones in the picture, and the wind blew, and petals cascaded through the air like snowflakes, fragile and temporary. But beautiful.

As Paul McCartney so succinctly expressed, "Now I long for yesterday."

<< Home

free invisible hit counter