Notes from a Hillside Farm; being Musings and Observations on Life, Letters, and our Most Holy Faith, by a Lawyer, Sheep- farmer, and Communicant of the Orthodox Church
Thursday, February 10, 2005
I never tire of the changing patterns of sky and cloud that our spot between the mountains gives us. Here is a picture from last month and a few lines from the poet Joseph Brodsky that explain as well as any why I am a cloud watcher:
It's you who let me with your nimbus trust not in numbers but in the complete
spurning of weights and measures in favor --once and forever-- of phantoms and grace.