Musing

today’s Musing written and published from south Calgary, near Fish Creek Park

walk report: -12C/10F, clear (no fog as predicted), floating humidity, fog is without meaning, just metaphor; its property is wetness of no commercial value, it is priceless – illusive, shows up when it wants, leaves when it wants, ice crystals make the roughest sidewalk rink like; we walked to the soccer fields and back, Gusta slipping with confusion, marvelous moonlit sights as, fog is gone – no sign of it, ice crystals left behind paint a spectacular hors frost show

when there is darkness, shedding light is not always a solution; when there is darkness there is not always an absence of anything other than an absence of light and sometimes it is simply a matter of waiting for the light to come

silencing debate – in a room or in my head is futile - counter intuitive at least, destructive at worst; brain, unexplored world, two hemispheres where I keep all my matters, gray and other shades too but, of late, not much great debate - competing ideas roll around in my head – focused but not logical, clarity eludes me, my brain says ‘its noisy in here’

debate takes place when people gather to hear clash of words on an idea battlefield – in noisy raucous rooms or caucus rooms, debate takes place any time or place when the right side of my brain wants to know what’s left or up or down, left to do or just left out

a post-fog chill, quiet cold surrounds, now light leaks into darkened room, computer screen casts a shadow of cool-white that makes me wish for the warm-white of a candle

Mark Kolke
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