We do not inherit the earth from our ancestors. We borrow it from our children.
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We do not inherit the earth from our ancestors. We borrow it from our children.
Island in the Net by Khürt Williams
Technology and Photography Musings. Established circa 2000.
We do not inherit the earth from our ancestors. We borrow it from our children.
We do not inherit the earth from our ancestors. We borrow it from our children.
It started on Sunday afternoon and is expected to continue until Tuesday evening.
The snow began falling on Sunday afternoon, transforming the neighbourhood into a winter wonderland, starkly contrasting with Saturday's clear skies. This wintry spectacle is forecasted to continue its performance until Tuesday evening, blanketing our town in a thick, white coat.
Peering out of the kitchen window, the world outside seemed to have undergone a dramatic transformation overnight. The once-familiar scenery was now a canvas of pristine white, significantly different from yesterday's shades of grey and green. The wind relentlessly hurled snow and sleet with such force that it sounded like a shower of coarse sand against our home's sturdy vinyl siding. This symphony of nature's storm created a bewitching, intense ambience, reminding me of the winter season's rugged beauty.
I started the morning by feeding Alphie his favourite breakfast, Friskies Stuf'd & Sauc'd Kick'n With Chicken & Dripp'n in Gravy. I then prepped for my morning coffee ritual, setting up the Chemex, scale, and Barazza
grinder. I planned to cook frumenty, enhancing it with a hint of saffron for a special breakfast treat.
Our neighbourhood had remained untouched by snowploughs since yesterday's snowfall. Bhavna and I had cleared our driveway the previous evening. However, thinking about the back-breaking work ahead and the new snowfall, she snuggled back into bed.
A subtle wave of panic washed over me as I realized it was Monday, 1 February, marking a month since my last contract concluded. The job search, a chore in itself, loomed ahead. Determined, I resolved to make the day count, actively searching for new opportunities.
Winter is tolerable when I don’t have to go outside.
Winter becomes more tolerable for me when I can avoid venturing outdoors. The comfort of staying inside, away from the biting cold and icy conditions, makes the colder months bearable. Being cocooned in the warmth of home transforms winter's harshness into a more bearable experience.
It's four in the morning, the end of December
I'm writing you now just to see if you're better
New York is cold, but I like where I'm living
There's music on Clinton Street all through the evening ~ Famous Blue Raincoat by Leonard Cohen
Submitted for the 100DaysToOffload project.