Tuesday, September 5, 2017

Labor Day litany

A Labor Day walk along the seashore reveals a change in season.

Remnants of Hurricane Harvey keep beach goers out of the water.

Getting their feet wet

Stonehenge? Scottish standing stones? Huge boulders point heavenward.

I imagine this is a spacecraft landing pad in an alien world, the estuary at low tide.

The line forms here.

"You water the mountains from your dwelling on high, the earth is fully satisfied by the fruit of your works. / You make grass grow for flocks and herds and plants to serve mankind; / You appointed the moon to mark the seasons, and the sun knows the time of its setting. / The sun rises, and man goes forth to his work and to his labor until the evening." (Psalms)

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