Enga mellom fjella

Over the phone

Over the phone

         for Gary

Your voice:
dampened by distance,
by the hour of the morning,
by work piled for the day,
speaks to me weary,
tired yet persistent.

There is more to this life
than a boy birthed with joy
struggling with nightmares.

On this day,
when six candles flame for your namesake,
there's hope for sun after rain.

On this overcast day,
remember there's fun after pain.

© 2008 Kåre Enga [165.212] 2008-08-20

Well, it was mostly fair at Gare's, but we had rain here. The party for his son surely brightened his day (I could hear it in his voice).

ME:

Got to a book discussion at F&F. I love going to these events. The precipitation dampened it though. A bit of precip and no one wants to get wet to talk about the importance of protecting Montana's water ... go figure.

Sushi!

I was able to write while sitting next to Brennan's Wave at the Clark Fork that runs through Missoula.

I am so far behind in editing my writing that it is pitiful.

THE SOUNDS OF SIGHT:

An attempt (edited) to respond to Anyea :

Words speak in my mind. Even as I type this in silence I am doing it out loud. When I read, I hear a voice.

Real sounds? I am uber-sensitive to noise. Yet, if someone mumbles or if there is ambient noise, I have difficulty hearing what is being said. Sharp sounds rattle my nerves. Silence is loud enough for me.

Therefore, when I read I hear the 'voice', the words, the intonation and modulation. Sometimes it is like music.

Montana: 58º and wet at 22:00; 60º and fair at Gary's at 00:00.

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