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Rants and Poetry of a Tired and Angry Man.

Just what the title says, don't look for anything too profound or earthshaking.

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I am my title, the typically overeducated, disenfranchised, socially dysfunctional loudmouth. I am the disgruntled employee of the month.

Friday, December 23, 2005

Sickly Sweet Smell of Rotting Cedar Logs.

The warm valley fog rolls in, covering the newly green hillside in a swirling cloak of transient humidity. The calls of the nocturnal fauna, disturbed from their long days rest by the sudden darkness, quickly fade as the mist permeates the woods in muffled silence. Deer, emboldened by the quiet darkness, wander pathes normally only traveled at dusk. As the mountain slips into instant twilight, one can almost feel the world beginning to crawl with life. Twilight stealthily envelops the forest as it did in the beginning.

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Blogger middleagesteve said...

I was there, when I lived in a cottage in the woods between East Hampton and Sag Harbor NY (quite a rural area for being 100 miles from NYC) There were deer that came up to the house and looked in the bedroom window........There was nothing much going on in the room. All over, there was so much life, in the ground above and beyond. The quiet was louder and richer then the din of the city

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