American Idyll

yes, the river knows

Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Another Minute Out In It





Miracles are like meatballs, because nobody can exactly agree on what they are made of, where they come from, or how often they should appear. Some people say that a sunrise is a miracle, because
it is somewhat mysterious
and often very beautiful,
but other people say it is simply a fact of life, because
it happens every day and
far too early in the morning.
Some people say that a telephone is a miracle, because it sometimes seems wondrous that you can talk with somebody who is thousands of miles away, and other people say it is merely a manufactured device fashioned out of metal parts, electronic circuitry, and wires that are very easily cut. And some people say that sneaking out of a hotel is a miracle, particularly if the lobby is swarming with policemen, and other people say it is simply a fact of life, because it happens every day and far too early in the morning. So you might think that there are so many miracles in the world that you can scarcely count them, or that there are so few that they are scarcely worth mentioning, depending on whether you spend your mornings gazing at a beautiful sunrise or lowering yourself into a back alley with a rope made of matching towels.
--Lemony Snicket


an hour of birdsongs

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