Peace Like A River


It was a wide river, mistakable for a lake or even an ocean unless you'd been wading and knew its current. Somehow I'd crossed it... Now I saw the stream regrouped below, flowing on through what might've been vineyards, pastures, orhards... It flowed between and alongside the rivers of people; from here it was no more than a silver wire winding toward the city. - Leif Enger, Peace Like A River

Monday, February 21, 2005

The other day someone had left some pop out to share with whoever wanted some. It was "Holiday Pepsi". It had a kind of cinnamon zing to it. I hadn't ever seen that kind before, so wanted to try it. It was regular pop, though. I've drunk only diet pop for a long time now. I don't think I've had a full can of regular pop in years. So, while I enjoyed this holiday pepsi, it was so sugary and syrupy. Blech. It didn't entirely agree with me. I'll stick with my tasty diet pops, thank you.

On Saturday morning, as I was driving to pick up Mom at the train station, I saw an amazing sun pillar. I don't think I've ever seen one like that. It was so prominent and brilliant. I was amazed at how quickly it faded though. It had noticeably dimmed within five minutes or so of when I noticed it, and was gone maybe ten minutes after that.

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