Snow bowed branches
Shift in wind.
Delicious day,
storm watching,
cocooned at home,
Nature’s prisoner.
Snow bowed branches
Shift in wind.
Delicious day,
storm watching,
cocooned at home,
Nature’s prisoner.
Slosh of waves,
Sea silence.
Warning buoy bell.
Men silent
While waves thrush,
A moment of sea respect.
Father/son
Born to
Island life;
Friend who chose it,
Man boy who lives by it.
And me,
The dilettante.
Last night it appeared that by dawn the world around me would be wrapped in the arms of Winter Storm Quinn and so it was decided I would not attempt to get to the studio and do my program. Something would be used to cover me.
When I woke, the snow had not yet started so I raced to the station and did my program and, every week, when I remember, I tell my listeners what things are being celebrated today.
And one of today’s celebrations is: what’s the meaning of your name? So while I was playing some music I googled my name and this is what I came up with: