Monday, December 15, 2008

We

are a constellation of luminous snowdrift dust dancing about like whirling dervishes on the cold winter pavement....

1 comment:

HWM said...

"I want to be a whirling dervish!" Eleanor exclaims -- and so, she becomes one ... dancing, even when out of breath, to the point of exhaustion, but still -- she keeps on dancing, and it's good and pure and right.