A winters walk
The sluggish smoke curls up from some deep dell,
The stiffened air exploring in the dawn,
And making slow acquaintance with the day,
Delaying now upon it’s heavenward course,
In wreathed loiterings dallying with itself,
With as uncertain purpose and slow deed
As it’s half-awakened master by the hearth,
Whose mind is still slumbering and sluggish thoughts
Have not yet swept into the onward current
Of the new day- and now it streams afar,
The whole the chopper goes with step direct,
And mind intent to swing the early axe.
A lurid brazen light in the east proclaims the light of day, while the western landscape is dim and spectral still, and clothed in a somber Tartarean light, like the shadowy realms.
I’m getting rid of 90 percent of everything I own. I want to be down to the bare minimum. I want to be able to know on hand what I own, why I own it, and give it meaning. I don’t want things anymore. Things that are superficial and things that hold me down.