Something Whispered ... "Snow"

 

Tonight the autumn light stretched across the fields turning everything in its path to gold. The sky whispered something. I was in a hurry and didn't stop right away but I returned moments later, glad I did. The sun was almost lost but I could still hear the soft whispers...

 

Something told the wild geese
It was time to go;
Though the fields lay golden
Something whispered, - 'snow'...

(Rachel Lyman Field)

Not yet, but soon. Tonight the world was the color of calm. I'm glad I stopped to hear the whispers.

 

"When The Skies Of November Turn Gloomy."

The VStar is put away for the season and just in time as it would seem, "The gales of November" have come early. The words of Lightfoot's iconic song sprang to mind as I waited on shore along side a former navy sailor watching the Wolfe Islander battle the winds and waves. He said, "This is nothing." (I guess it's all relative.) She docked safely and nearly on time but I heard it was a rough crossing.

Wolfe Islander crossing a section of Lake Ontario against 100 + kph winds - November 1, 2013

 "The Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgerald"

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