Twas warm—at first—like Us—Until there crept upon A Chill—like frost upon a Glass—
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886), U.S. poet. 'Twas warm—at first—like Us (l. 1-3). . . The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson. Thomas H. Johnson, ed. (1960) Little, Brown.
TIME: 7:02 AM
PLACE: Jeep window
SUBJECT: Frost
I am so not ready for this.
“Let us go in; the fog is rising.”
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886), U.S. poet. Quoted in W.H. Auden, A Certain World, "Words, Last," (1970). Her attributed last words.
TIME: 8:44 AM
PLACE: On the way to the junior high school
SUBJECT: Tree in foggy field
It’s Monday and of course that means that one of my children *cough, DramaQueen, cough* forgot an important item that they needed for school this morning. Since it had to do with registering for her high school classes, I drove it to the junior high before I went into work. The upside? A photo opportunity with this morning’s cold fog.
Wild Nights - Wild Nights!
Were I with thee
Wild Nights should be
Our luxury!
Futile - the Winds -
To a Heart in port -
Done with the Compass -
Done with the Chart!
Rowing in Eden -
Ah, the Sea!
Might I but moor -
Tonight - With Thee!
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886), U.S. poet. Wild Nights!—Wild Nights!, The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson. Thomas H. Johnson, ed. (1960) Little, Brown
TIME: 6:20 PM
PLACE: Creve Coeur Lake
SUBJECT: Moored dragon boat
Back in 2007, I participated in a Dragon Boat Race with my dad and his company. Last year, we (HandsomeHusband, the kids and I) were on vacation in San Francisco and I could not share in the race day experience. This year, Dad roped called me into service again. Tonight was our team training exercise. It lasted for about an hour. I had forgotten how physically challenging it is to paddle in a 400 meter (1/4 mile) race. I am quite certain that my arms, shoulders and whole body will be hurting tomorrow. Hopefully, I will be recovered by race day on Saturday.
