Friday, April 10, 2009

Alex at the Water

My nephew, Alex, loves the beach as much as anyone I have yet seen. To witness such pure delight is to touch something timeless. It is impossible to not be moved, in the face of such pure joy, unmediated and unfiltered.



Then take me disappearing through the smoke rings of my mind,
Down the foggy ruins of time,
Far past the frozen leaves,
The haunted, frightened trees,
Out to the windy beach,
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow.

Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free,
Silhouetted by the sea,
Circled by the circus sands,
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves,
Let me forget about today until tomorrow.

....in the jingle jangle morning, I'll come following you.

-Bob Dylan

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