winter sunset
brilliant yet fleeting…
your outstretched hand
Yep, this was earlier this week, not tonight when there was no sunset, no sun at all, just a dark grey sky spilling its tears. And I hope you enjoyed at least one of the many gorgeous sunsets we've been having on our springlike January days. I try not to think what 60 degree January days mean for our planet.
Today seemed more gloomy than usual, with its cold wet drizzle.
I am reading a book called Wanderlust by Elizabeth Eaves, a young woman who recounts her travels on many continents. In the section I am reading she is visiting Egypt and watching a huge orange moon rise over the desert. (We did have some good moon nights also.)
She describes how the photographer Henri Cartier-Bresson, who had wanderlust also, went to West Africa when only twenty-three. He said he wanted "to trap life-to preserve life in the act of living." This for some reason reminded me of haiku. Not the "trap" word exactly but something about capturing its fleetingness. And you can no more do it with haiku then you can with a photograph. All are just brushstrokes, light images, flickers of a tiny part of an immense whole we are so lucky to be part of even on this cold, puddle-filled night.
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