It’s not going to be much of a sunset I realize, walking onto the pier beside Ambleside Beach. There’s a little colour there, a subtle tinge lingering beneath the pale sky peeking through grey clouds. The ocean shimmers, just a bit, below the horizon.
Tag: beauty
Be made of iron
Steel
Be made of steel
Be made of steel
Or iron
Yes, even better
Be made of iron
Iron ages
Rusts
Like the lines etched
In an old man’s face
Post no ills
It wasn’t a completely conscious process, but the world and everything in it has grown increasingly beautiful since April Fool’s Day, 1994 — the last day of my Microsoft tenure and the first day of… I’m still not sure what. Amazing what happens when you stop seeking the ugliness, stop cleverly attacking it and the people it attracts, stop praising yourself for your cleverness.