Solitude
and cold air today. Hell has
frozen
over some would say. Yet,
93-million
miles away, the sun con-
tinues
to stoke it’s furnaces of fire. Hell
out
there at the center of our solar
system
is alive and well. With solitude,
well,
it can go either way: heavenly as a
serene
respite from the din and turmoil
of
society, I would say; hellish, even
though
frozen over, on a cold and lonely
winter’s
day. (And then of course, there’s
the
wind chill factor to consider as well.)
Despite
weather conditions, relationship or
insightful
prognostications, fire and ice remain.
And
chances are that there are going to be
those
days when there will be hell to pay.
Even
so, deer continue to graze in a secluded
and
peaceful place. I have been there a time
or
two; between two hills in the secret Valley
of
My Reality. I know where that is.
Chris
Hanch 1-23-19
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