Little Rant by Eightball & Thundercloud
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"Every leaf speaks bliss to me,
fluttering from the autumn tree." (Emily Bronte)
"Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans." (John
I woke before dawn this morning.
It was chilly and very quiet; my favorite time of day to work. As I always do, I made a
cup of coffee, sat down at my computer and began to answer the business email that had
come while I slept.
A few hours later I noticed that first brightening of the eastern sky; dawn was
I continued to answer email and browse the Web. As always, I was looking for news and
ideas for Cloudeight and Information Avenue. I should have spent more time browsing and
reading but just then morning broke and shattered the bonds of night, I glanced out my
window at the brand new day; I was captivated. To my surprise autumn had suddenly arrived.
What happened to summer? Was it autumn already? It must have crept in on cat's paws. That
serene autumn scene had probably been there for days but I had not stopped long enough to
The new day dawned beautifully; a picture-perfect autumn day. A dazzling, nitrogen-blue
sky and leaves of gold, red, and orange, brilliant and resplendent beneath it, captured my
thoughts and my heart. The scene compelled me to reflection. And, at once my reflections
made me happy and sad.
All the things that seemed so important just moments before: The spyware, the spam, the
email that had yet to be answered, the bills, the cynicism, and the Internet, dissolved in
the bright October sun. This bucolic autumn morning took my breath away and its
tranquility transformed me in an instant.
For the first time this morning I realized that summer was
gone. It had come and gone on gossamer wings and I barely took notice. And, thinking back,
I cannot remember spring either. It too had swept silently past me.
I became melancholy as I thought of those wonderful spring and summer days that I
had missed. All the spring flowers, the greening of the trees, the smell of fresh-cut
grass, and the sound of children playing outside reveling in spring's warmth after a dark,
cold winter. I thought too of something that novelist Dean Koontz wrote: "Everything
I do I rush through so I can do something else". The more we rush though life the
more life rushes past us.
I can remember only one memorable summer day. It
wasnt even a summer-like day. It was cold and rainy. It was a day, though, that was
special because I shared it with a dear friend. He had traveled nearly a thousand miles
just to say hello. We sat here in my garage, with the door open, shelling peanuts and
watching it rain. It was one of those simple times that mean so much. A storybook day that
now seems so far away.
This autumn, the beauty of the
season will not escape me. I will slow down and take time to enjoy all the things that
make this season memorable. The simple things like high school and college football, the
sound of dry leaves crunching underfoot, the apple cider, the big, fat, cake donuts, the
musky smell of the autumn woods, the crisp, clean, October air, the pumpkins, the ghouls
and goblins who come knocking on my door, the trees adorned in a splendid mosaic of color,
and the quiet, solitary walks down a favorite trail that winds serenely through the colors
and smells of fall under the canopy of nitrogen-blue skies.
So, I will take a some time away
from the spam, the spyware, the Internet, the computer problems, the software problems,
the updates, the upgrades, the downgrades, the phishing, the subscriptions, the bounced
newsletters, the complaints, the scoundrels, the "blogs", the tips, tricks,
geeks, gurus and all the rest in the "cyber world", and I will appreciate the
gift of a beautifully real autumn. I will take time to experience the joy and reflection
that this season brings. Autumn looks exactly the way it should. It is perfectly painted
for all to enjoy and all we have to do is take the time to look.
I hope each of you will take the time to slow down and enjoy the change of seasons. Take
the time to enjoy all the beauty that surrounds you. Each of us has been granted but a
short stay upon this Earth and we have only a limited number of seasons to enjoy. In the
blink of an eye, autumn will be gone.
I am reminded once again that the
smallest pleasures make the greatest treasures. I wonder how many more of these small
pleasures I would have had if only I had taken the time to look.
Color of the Wind
By Thundercloud & Eightball
Breaking hills, horizon sings.
Mixing night and hazy dawn.
All across the land a breeze
Rustles restless through the trees.
What color is the wind, I wonder?
I look upon the lake's soft swells.
What color is the wind that blows?
It seems to me that no one knows.
We cannot see the wind that curls
Around the forest trees in swirls;
Yet we know the wind is real
For its effects we see and feel.
So it is with God: The Hand of God
We cannot see,
And touches me.
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