Cassandra’s Tears

Tears of joy, tears of pain, we are reflected in the salt-water pools we create. So let us build a fleet of paper boats and sail them on our ocean of indecision, laughing at the wind-whipped white-crested waves that would wash over us, drowning us in our own despair, yet somehow never vanquishing us in the end.

My Photo
Location: Lennoxville, Quebec, Canada

Wednesday, October 05, 2005

Dorothy: A mini-saga

“...if I ever go looking for my heart’s desire again, I won’t look any farther than my own backyard; because if it isn’t there, I never really lost it to begin with!” - Dorothy in L. Frank Baum’s The Wizard of Oz

Scrabbling in the grass, frantically pawing at the ground underneath; where had she hidden it? Burying her heart’s desire so that none other could have it, she could not now find it herself. Such irony! There it was! Dorothy grabbed the bone in her teeth and ran off to gnaw.


Post a Comment

<< Home