The Shortest Mile

August 26, 2008

I walk the chamomile, warm, soft, mellow.  Easy to strut.  Easy to flutter about.  Precious as a pillow on a mattress plane.  Three feathers unwind.  Float through space.  Floating a flicker apace.  Floating with gravity’s grace.  A bumble is an ounce of bounce, where a tumble is a tonne of trounce.  Sleepery slopes slide down the slippery substruction side of slings.  Sheep graze in praise of grass.  Snobs sip tea.  Love the leaf, provides relief from belief.  Mellow marshes make mosquitoes.  Marsh mellows make melty playhem.

Clipped Wings and Tidy Things

August 25, 2008

Whatever happened to happy?  Disappeared with light.  Does anyone remember the before after?  Disappeared last twilight.  Anyone see my shame?  It gave up without a fight.  Does anyone remember my laughter?  I gave it up to plight.

Quash the dishes.  Quake out the trash.  Revolutionary chores.  Bores and snores.

How Clouds Form

August 12, 2008

In a nutshell, air contains water molecules (or vapour).  Warm air holds more water than cold air.  Warm air rises and cools.  As the air cools, the water molecules begin to condense (clump together) faster than they are torn apart by their thermal energy.

These clumps of water could not maintain form without a host of some sort, most typically dust.  The condense water vapour clings to these airborne particles to form a droplet.  It takes billions of these droplets to form a cloud.

Clouds are white because the condensed water vapour reflects the sum of the Sun’s spectrum, which is white.  When the cloud is thick enough, the sun can no longer penetrate to the bottom (what we see from the ground) and thus the cloud grows dark and grey.

When it rains, the particles to which the water vapour attach are returned to the ground.  Rainfall cleanses the sky by acting as a filter for these smaller airborne particles of matter.

Fish for a wish.

August 5, 2008

People.  Everywhere.  Go so gently.  Everywhere you go.  So gently.  Anything you know offends me.  Everything you know apprehends me.  Never so gently.  As you should go.


August 5, 2008

You want to be in control.  Ain’t got none.  Even when you got a goal.  Ain’t life fun.