Watching the rain.
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The mower stalled, twice; kneeling, I found
A hedgehog jammed up against the blades,
Killed. It had been in the long grass.
I had seen it before, and even fed it, once.
Now I had mauled its unobtrusive world
Unmendably. Burial was no help:
Next morning I got up and it did not.
The first day after a death, the new absence
Is always the same; we should be careful
Of each other, we should be kind
While there is still time.
King’s College, Cambridge, and the Chapel.
Photographed by James Valentine, ca. 1870 - 1880, via the Cornell University Library.
Art is in the Anatomy.
A little bit of abstracted cardiology never hurt on a Friday morning.
Sunrise over Porkkala, Kirkkonummi, Finland (via flickr)
Don’t put on your contacts the morning after you chopped up jalapenos for dinner.
This is the sort of monk I would be. (from Kate Beaton)