I am a child of the heartless wind

[winkingstar]

So, remember the wonky phone we have at work that I mentioned yesterday? Apparently no one else knows how to retrieve the voicemail from it either. Because it's not supposed to take messages. And it's still doing the stupid ding-then-speaker-phone instead of ringing. I wonder what interesting thing it will come up with to annoy us next. Hmm...

We need a new phone. =/

It's raining again. Whee. It's supposed to rain all week.

I'm going to San Jose for the day tomorrow to go to a wedding. =O

And I think that's about it. So, on to today's poem...

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I am a cloud in the heaven's height,
The stars are lit for my delight,
Tireless and changeful, swift and free,
I cast my shadow on hill and sea--
But why do the pines on the mountain's crest
Call to me always, "Rest, rest"?

I throw my mantle over the moon
And I blind the sun on his throne at noon,
Nothing can tame me, nothing can bind,
I am a child of the heartless wind--
But oh the pines on the mountain's crest
Whispering always, "Rest, rest".

~ "The Cloud" by Sara Teasdale

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I like this poem because that's how I look at clouds too. And stars. It's fun to let your mind wander like that. :)

Laters!