Free Bird

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  “. . . A light broke in upon my brain,—  It was the carol of a bird;  It ceased, and then it came again,  The sweetest song ear ever heard,  And mine was thankful till my eyes  Ran over with the glad surprise,  And they that moment could not see  I was the mate of misery.  But then by dull degrees came back  My senses to their wonted track;  I saw the dungeon walls and floor  Close slowly round me as before,  I saw the glimmer of the sun  Creeping as it before had done,  But through the crevice where it came  That bird was perched, as fond and tame,  And tamer than upon the tree;  A lovely bird, with azure wings,  And song that said a thousand things,  And seemed to say them all for me!  I never saw its like before,  I ne’er shall see its likeness more;  It seemed like me to want a mate,  But was not half so desolate,  And it was come to love me when  None ...

“Oh, The Weather Outside Is . . . “

 This time of year one might be inclined to say “frightful.“ We live in an age when every single weather report seems loaded with more negativity than positivity. The forecasters say we need more rain and we need more sun. We can’t wait for warmer temperatures but it’s too hot and can’t wait till it cools off. Opinions about the weather spin like a weathervane in a tornado. If I were to choose a word about the weather I choose the word “fascinating.”

Hans Christian Anderson said, “The whole world is a series of miracles, but we're so used to them we call them ordinary things.”


Our weather is miraculous. Farmers work with it while the traveler plans against it. The blinding brightness of day is quenched with the turning of the earth, plunging us into smothering darkness in a handful of hours. The air heats and cools so drastically we sometimes heat ourselves at night and cool ourselves at day. Those clouds that block the sun are weighted with millions of gallons of water, untold thousands of pounds that merely float above our heads until they break, often smashing everything that lies beneath. Have you ever seen rain falling from a distant cloud, observing how it never reaches the ground? Or be spit upon by raindrops under a blazing sun? There’s a storm over there and clear skies just down the road. And all that electricity!



I hiked a trail in 2015 with a thick cloud bank on my left, and a clear view on the right. 


Weather is an everyday thing, so ordinary that it is the most common subject of the smallest talk. But take a closer look, and we could wonder for hours! 

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