Notes along the Elizabeth

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noreply@blogger.com (Peter A. Stinson) — Sun, 21 Jun 2009 05:09:00 +0000

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noreply@blogger.com (Peter A. Stinson) — Fri, 05 Jun 2009 04:35:00 +0000

Late at night, when the house was silent but for the sound of the air coming through the vents, he'd wonder how the past had led him to where he was.

noreply@blogger.com (Peter A. Stinson) — Thu, 04 Jun 2009 02:53:00 +0000

The lure of the screen kept him seated.

noreply@blogger.com (Peter A. Stinson) — Wed, 03 Jun 2009 03:57:00 +0000

The 500th post, and he'd been just then ready to just walk away.

noreply@blogger.com (Peter A. Stinson) — Tue, 02 Jun 2009 05:35:00 +0000

He suddenly saw what his youth would have been like had the Internet existed then; it scared him, frankly.

noreply@blogger.com (Peter A. Stinson) — Wed, 07 Jan 2009 14:44:00 +0000

Certain of nothing, he faced the eastern sky, wide and tall.

noreply@blogger.com (Peter A. Stinson) — Sat, 03 Jan 2009 08:10:00 +0000

Somewhat self-imposed, the hiatus away from the Internet has reminded him that the world was not just bits and bytes with light and dark on the screen; he wanted to swing a hammer and not be tied to a keyboard.

noreply@blogger.com (Peter A. Stinson) — Sat, 06 Dec 2008 15:52:00 +0000

The water, still and silent, reflects the winter sky; boats rest quietly at anchor.

noreply@blogger.com (Peter A. Stinson) — Wed, 26 Nov 2008 04:42:00 +0000

The dark sky was alive with the sparkle of white lights outlining the distant horizon.

noreply@blogger.com (Peter A. Stinson) — Mon, 24 Nov 2008 16:31:00 +0000

He felt overcome and powerless when he couldn't find his keys and access passes for work; without them, he was no one.

noreply@blogger.com (Peter A. Stinson) — Mon, 24 Nov 2008 01:50:00 +0000

Sunday evening and he felt the world of possibilities laid out in the week at his feet; Friday might find him beaten down, but from Sunday's vantage, hope and optimism formed the horizon.

noreply@blogger.com (Peter A. Stinson) — Wed, 12 Nov 2008 16:30:00 +0000

When he didn't try to think, he found that life ran more than smooth, a ribbon stretching into the unseen distance.

noreply@blogger.com (Peter A. Stinson) — Thu, 23 Oct 2008 04:14:00 +0000

He felt the rush of a fruitful day.

noreply@blogger.com (Peter A. Stinson) — Wed, 22 Oct 2008 14:37:00 +0000

In a world of quiet desperation, each of us goes through life a stranger to family and neighbors, a passage of time unmarked by celebration.

noreply@blogger.com (Peter A. Stinson) — Tue, 21 Oct 2008 22:13:00 +0000

He felt as if would live forever, decades like months, life spinning toward him.

noreply@blogger.com (Peter A. Stinson) — Mon, 13 Oct 2008 05:51:00 +0000

He found himself staying up later and later, his body aching and requesting slumber under the night sky.

noreply@blogger.com (Peter A. Stinson) — Sat, 11 Oct 2008 04:01:00 +0000

He knew the hours of darkness would lull him to a sense of security and peace.

noreply@blogger.com (Peter A. Stinson) — Thu, 02 Oct 2008 16:28:00 +0000

Home was comfortable, a welcome place or respite in the midst of turmoil and winds.

noreply@blogger.com (Peter A. Stinson) — Wed, 01 Oct 2008 21:04:00 +0000

He seemed to thrive and yet he felt empty inside, a sense of purpose lost like a leaf on the breeze, browned and brittled and blow along the alley, unseen and unnoticed in the grander schema.

noreply@blogger.com (Peter A. Stinson) — Mon, 29 Sep 2008 01:54:00 +0000

The evening no longer held the same appeal as it did two or three decades before; he felt the night in his legs earlier and earlier with each passing year.

noreply@blogger.com (Peter A. Stinson) — Fri, 26 Sep 2008 11:12:00 +0000

He slept with the window open, autumn rain providing the music for slumber.

noreply@blogger.com (Peter A. Stinson) — Thu, 25 Sep 2008 04:23:00 +0000

The night sounds drifted through the open window, and he realized that autumn was upon him, a cool, cricket-filled darkness encompassing all beyond the glass.

noreply@blogger.com (Peter A. Stinson) — Wed, 24 Sep 2008 10:26:00 +0000

He was pretty certain that things were always more complicated than they appeared from a distance.

noreply@blogger.com (Peter A. Stinson) — Sun, 21 Sep 2008 02:22:00 +0000

He would drift back, his eyes closed, to moments not forgotten, a yearning welling like a moving storm, wind tight against him.

noreply@blogger.com (Peter A. Stinson) — Tue, 02 Sep 2008 14:27:00 +0000

He watched the water shimmer in the morning light and felt the soft touch of life upon his cheek.