The sun streams through the snow covered trees, bounces off the windscreen and reflects off the dash. The trees are running past by and by. It's the beginning of the journey home like so many ahead and so many before. The music is playing — talking has ceased — there are no words just reflections. The mountains are heavy with snow, the weekends activities are projected onto their sun drenched mass as we are moving and they remain— we are moving, they remain.

composition for John Kinsella

composition for my radiant friends back home//a yarn to see the moment

there will be no other time...

...make this one precious

stay radiant
eternalsweettimes
exists in the 
realm of
the
physical
the present
from
here
to
infinity
x

ravi

oh walter!

Final Research Papers will be due by 5 p.m. on Wednesday December 12 and submitted to Professor Soussloff's mailbox in hard copy, double-spaced 12 pt. Final papers may vary in length but they will be no less than 15 double- spaced pages, excluding endnotes.

dusk of the written word

rain outside//sunshine within

Boomgates - Whispering or Singing