Crossing the bridge this morning I watched a small gull swoop down from on high, loitering slightly over the surface of the Thames, flying artfully -twist- playfully.
I thought about how that must feel, and I thought that the bird was my outer limits of experience, taking me flying while I sit in the bus.
I want to revive the ancient art of augury. (Maybe not the bit about entrails though).
Monday 21 December 2009
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Seeing augury and portents in the motion of animals? In their living moments as opposed to viscera??
ReplyDeleteAnyways, whats up with you?? Waiting for a new post ... If you're in gloom take your time with it. It can be fun, seriously!
Guess "The Sky's the Limit" liked me back!
Bon Nuit!