Horizon Line
- At February 27, 2012
- By Dian Day
- In Travelling
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The ice lies along the horizon, glowing so fiercely silver that it hurts my eyes. It is as if the moon has been stretched into a thin thread and tied around the circumference of the earth, a blazing line across the nimble fields of blue.
Footprints
- At February 02, 2012
- By Dian Day
- In The Big Backyard
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Everything seems solid now, but the evidence is still here below the rumpled surface: an unknown creature appeared at dusk, made a transit across a small nearly-frozen pond, and did not bother to look back. There’s a sense of absence with these footprints, as if they are the declaration of a missed meeting, signed in ice.