The secret is to bang the rocks together, guys.
The Minnesota sky looks similar when you say that. In fact, that's how it looks right now, and has looked for almost a week with the exception of yesterday. Winter has arrived.
Oh, the sky! Yes indeed, it looks like winter.Looks more like winter in Washington state, with the gift that was sent down from Alaska, a cold snow just in time for a busy travel holiday.I thought for a second that you were posting about the SS Edmund Fitzgerald, when I saw the title of your post. I'm thinking of the line in the song that ends, "...when the waves turn the minutes to hours?"
Vince, I've been watching the Minnesota storm (we have family there). Stay warm and safe, dude. And we're next. Sheila, that's where I pulled the line from. The gales of November are coming a little later than usual, but they're here now. And I've used that line in a story that is only half done. Although I changed it to outer space. "Where does the love of God go when the big black turns the seconds into eternities." (well, you know, space, it's bigger, we needed to expand and exagerate the metaphor there).
Cool idea to update the quote and apply it to outer space! I hope your protagonists get rescued before the outer hull is breached; if the ship belongs to the antagonists, then good riddance to them!I knew the Edmund Fitzgerald sank in the month of November, but it must have been earlier in the month than the 24th. I recall hearing a remembrance on the radio on a drive to the barn not too long ago.
November 10, 1975. Nice pic of the "witch of November", Steve.
Thanks, Vagabond. Sometimes I get lucky.
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