a minimal subliminal cyclical redundancy

meanderings by rm dustin

This place I deposit thoughts, E-noodlings where my synapses have coagulated recent perceptions. There are no absolutes. Like all manifestations it has had its evolutionary moments. This is the latest. There will likely be more...

: Name: RM Dustin; Location: Pugetropolis North

I live with many free thinking, free spirited, patriotically challenged, religiously void life-jesters here in and around the delta, scattered in-between the tributaries of the Skagit, peppering the hillsides, or burrowed into micro valleys. They are my friends; spirits entwined, layered, and folded within this realm where aboriginal and Norse lore meld amongst the mists sent inland by salted surges. I am not here by chance.

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5/25/04

Momentary Clarity...

The air was thick with moisture tonight. It hovered like a blanket falling perfectly toward a bed, all corners aligned. Yet it stood suspended, motionless, compressing the stillness and the smells beneath it. Yes, it was about the smells, of foliage after a good rain, of earth being cleansed, and of times past. Cedar, mint, and even the blacktop had a soothing fragrance about it. An old friend joined me and we spoke of things in a wordless manner as only two such people can.