Moon Temple
The youth gets together his materials to build a bridge to the moon, or, perchance, a palace or temple on the earth, and, at length, the middle-aged man concludes to build a woodshed with them. -- Henry David Thoreau
It has been a beautiful pre-dawn, with the peek-a-boo moon alternately flooding the pasture and creeks with blue light, then muted by opalescent cloud, or hidden entirely in gray fog. Beautiful, but I feel no joy in it. Why this crepuscular sadness in the dense quiet of the morning?
I think, maybe it is because, even as I gather more and more materials about me and conjure a bridge or temple as if I had my life ahead of me, these hands know even a woodshed may soon exceed their grasp.
Comments
Now Fred, exactly how many woodsheds did you build in the first place? Don't go melancholy and grumpy. Ann won't like it. And neither will you. Enjoy!
Posted by: Lisa, NC | November 28, 2004 10:07 AM
I love the texture.
Take Care
Michael
Posted by: Michael | November 28, 2004 10:59 AM
The role of the wise middle-aged man is to light the path of his youngers' so that a very fortunate few may find their castle; and so that a still very fortunate yet very many may make a life that is blessed; and so that a very unfortunate few will hopefully be fewer than they might have been were it not for his light...
Posted by: Carl | November 28, 2004 9:48 PM