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[rejectomorph]

Yup, rain again, and moody gray sky. Little splashes of color (like the pale purple of the demented gladiolus that insists on blooming in January) leap out on gray winter days. So does even the slight hint of red which accompanied the sunset this evening. The dim light also enhances the aspect of the bare trees. Wet, the bony, knotted branches and delicate tracery of twigs are dark, and decorated with hanging beads of water which catch the filtered light and magnify it, providing a delightful contrast to the brooding clouds. I never get tired of looking at it.

As much as I enjoy the winter landscape, the cold and damp please me less than they once did. They now provoke various twinges in various bones and joints, distracting me from the ignorance I once enjoyed of not being aware of the existence of those bones and joints. I can no longer imagine that I am a disembodied consciousness floating through the world. Well, a disembodied consciousness that can smell the rain and the freshness of the air, anyway. And go in the house and have a tasty cup of hot tea. I can no longer imagine that I am a selectively disembodied consciousness floating thought he world.

I found a whole web site about macaws. I just wish there were more pictures.

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[thirdhand.livejournal.com]

if some hemp-wearer tried to come into my home and tell me I couldn't keep a bird as a pet I'd shoot the dreadlocks right off that unbathed head of his.

Don't mess with Texas.