Jack Rabbit's blog: "Jack Rabbit 's Diary"

Winter Day Category: Writing and Poetry December 08 It is a gray day; fog covers the distant view of a lake just over the bern the gray doom embrace the puter silver of the water, never touching only a feinted caress it reminds me of watching smoke reflect in a mirror, and seeming to disappear within the reflection of it's self like the mirror, the water will inhale and the gray will absorb into something greater, and while I watch the demise a birth of new appears on the near shore across the fog lake soup, pointed green forest, from the shrinking fog, inhaled by lake; the mythical forest begins to remove it's shroud to unfold the forest not so prime but nor is it evil, it is just mans attempt at ecology on a minor scale while the lake gobbles the fog and the warm air removes the chill of the day. There is a still in the air tonight, it warmed to around 40 fahrenheit here in OKC, 411 degrees short of book burning. Chinese I believe see the number 4 as unlucky. Well try have a bird fly into the house on the reservation, know the word omen! A curious shift in my thinking while writing just now. I have journals here from many years of writing. Snippets and bits of incomplete ideas and poems, thoughts and damnation's. I see just now if I am ask where the most important thing I have done is available, I wouldn't have a clue where to look as nothing for the last twelve years is ordered in any way If you apply this to the previous 50 years before the pattern fits perfectly. Crazy yes!