I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Things I didn't expect to see on this morning's commute
An ermine running across the road.
A hot air ballon already launched by 7:15am in 60 degree weather.
Strange days indeed.
2 comments:
Anonymous
said...
Ermine? Seriously?
Is there a farm in NEO that I don't know about (not that that's surprising) or do you think someone's weasel got loose?
Cassie, it could have been a white ferret. It was definitely in the weasel family (had the body structure and that weasel loping run), light brown and white, and generally smaller than I think of weasels. I didn't get a good look at its tail.
2 comments:
Ermine? Seriously?
Is there a farm in NEO that I don't know about (not that that's surprising) or do you think someone's weasel got loose?
Anonymous Cassie
Cassie, it could have been a white ferret. It was definitely in the weasel family (had the body structure and that weasel loping run), light brown and white, and generally smaller than I think of weasels. I didn't get a good look at its tail.
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