Sub-arctic winds blowing across the
wide boulevard leaving crystalline
mounds glinting and glistening as if
all the stars in the heavens had
fallen to the curb, no larger than
they look from billions of miles away.

NaCL + (crystal) H20 -> salt flats
that would make Utah proud, leaving
car and shoe alike trembling
with dread.

The sky is clear, the air crisp and
pure, every color standing in sharpest
relief against argent fields aground.
That is, until the snow stops falling.

Day by day, what was white turns gray;
and what was fresh, alive and bright,
now is gritty, post-industrial blight.
Then the magic flakes materialize
again, wiping away the grime (or just
covering it), flushing the soot from
the air like a great Gaian sneeze.

Is that another 6 inches on the
driveway? I'm staying in today.

A NY Times columnist seems to get Tex Mex. Tex Mex, te queremos. Usted esta cubierto de queso y salsas de los chiles. Esta malo, esta bueno. Tengo mucho hambre cuando pienso en usted. Es la diedad de las comidas.

And now a brilliant series of words from a guest on tonight's blog (mi esposa):

in the beginning, the people were hungry
for they had waited long in the hot sun for a table
and then there was brought to the table cold water
upon which to slake their thirst
and the people saw that this was good and were happy.

I am God, I am nothing,
God is nothing.
So goes my syllogism.

I am God, I am all, 
God is all.
So goes my intuition.

Nothing dreamed, and  so
I lived, born of a time
Destined for dust,
Born of memory,
Ancestor of mountains,
A heartbeat coalescing
In rapture across the land.

Inner Being speaks:
I am all,
You are all, you are god.

The Word breathes:
I am nothingness,
You are nothing, you are of God.

by the way, this doesn't represent my current state of mind, just a place I've been before…