Sunday, March 28, 2010
Mountains' majesty
Plaintive cries
I work in Bellingham, which technically is a port city.
I work in a lawyer's office, nothing to do with the port, and most of the time I'm hardly aware that the water is near, but when I come out of work at the end of the day and walk to my car, I see the water.
Any time that I come outside, I am likely to hear the seagulls' cry. This video captures the melancholy sound as the sky darkens at the close of day.
I tried to think of a poem that would somehow reflect this mood, but I couldn't come up with one.
I work in a lawyer's office, nothing to do with the port, and most of the time I'm hardly aware that the water is near, but when I come out of work at the end of the day and walk to my car, I see the water.
Any time that I come outside, I am likely to hear the seagulls' cry. This video captures the melancholy sound as the sky darkens at the close of day.
I tried to think of a poem that would somehow reflect this mood, but I couldn't come up with one.
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