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

Friday, November 11, 2011

Scenes from a Morning Commute

3 comments:

Dr. Phil (Physics) said...

"No accumulation." -- Yesterday's forecast.

"1 to 5 inches of wet slushy snow on the roads -- these hill streets are closed." -- 11pm news last night.

Dr. Phil

Elizabeth said...

Yuck.

Steve Buchheit said...

Dr. Phil, yeah, we got the same. Three inches of non-accumulation.

Elizabeth, but it's pretty.