Thursday, March 25, 2010


LONGEVITY


Of course it cannot be put into words, but one has to try, especially if one is Irish and there is the sky, just before sunset, taking this moment into the dark, the distance made of winter thunderheads rising higher than birds and man with wings can fly, the horizon lit inside by flashes of lightning, same family as the stars, now brightening between the columns of cloud...

Life is best lived deep and wide, not necessarily long - longevity is the least of it.

4 comments:

Chrissy said...

Quality vs. quantity... quality always rules!

R. Brady said...

To the full width and depth of time...

Apprentice said...

Very true - but sticking to Irish theme, an old whiskey does seem to have a little more to offer than a younger one.

Would I enjoy your words as much were you a 20 something college kid? Not so much. There just wouldn't be the same flavor to them...

R. Brady said...

That reminds me-- I think I still have a few fingers of Connemara stashed away upstairs...