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12:58 am
Well, I'm a regular guy who works better at night.
Drink coffee makes me happy| A rainy day! ♥️
PSA: Halloween has made it's way to 'At Home'. 🎃👻
~quiet moments in the early morning~
~quiet moments in the early morning~
‘Changing New York’, Photographs from 1930’s New York by Berenice Abbott.
Wonderful book...
“…With the first stirrings of wakefulness, around six in the morning, I reach for the small transistor radio next to my pillow and press the button. An early-morning news program comes on, but I am hardly able to make out the individual words, and once again I fall asleep, so that announcer’s sentences merge into my dreams. It is the most beautiful part of sleep, the most delightful moment of the day, thanks to the radio I can savor drowsing and waking, that marvelous swinging between wakefulness and sleep which in itself is enough to keep us from regretting our birth.” - Milan Kundera ‘Immortality’
~quiet moments in the early morning~ Central Islip, Nov 2012
It was pleasant to take a hot drink up to her room and have it beside her as she sat in her silent room reading in the empty house in the afternoons. The books transported her into new worlds and introduced her to amazing people who lived exciting lives. She went on olden-day sailing ships with Joseph Conrad. She went to Africa with Ernest Hemingway and to India with Rudyard Kipling. She travelled all over the world while sitting in her little room in an English village." ~ Roald Dahl (Matilda)
~quiet moments in the early morning~ Central Islip, Nov 2012
~sunday chronicles~
relaxing, uneventful, jazzy...
Dec 02, 2012
... it's raining, light footsteps, a murmur of syllables, air and water, words with no weight: what we are and are, the days and years, this moment, weightless time and heavy sorrow, listen to me as one listens to the rain, ...
~Octavio Paz- from "as one listens to the rain"
only occasionally, without a sound, do the covers of the eyes slide open - an image rushes in, goes through the tensed silence of the frame— only to vanish, forever, in the heart.
~R. M. Rilke
There’s something about the morning light in winter. It’s not as boisterous and happy as it is in summer. But I love the rather quiet and melancholic slant of it and how it makes me feel contemplative.
~quiet moments in the early morning~
Central Islip - Jan 4, 2013