He was standing in an old road, rutted and ancient, that wound up a black hill towards the sky, where a great flock of black birds was gathering. The birds were like black letters against the grey of the sky. He thought that in a moment he would understand what the writing meant. The stones in the ancient road were symbols foretelling the travelers journey.
Showing posts with label less ordinary. Show all posts
Showing posts with label less ordinary. Show all posts
22 February 2010
Perhaps with the feather bed underneath, just in case
"Life is always a tightrope or a feather bed. Give me the tightrope." Edith Wharton
Labels:
less ordinary,
life,
quotes of weeks past
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)