2003-07-14 : 7:26 p.m.
We remember moments."
Last night Emily and I went out driving from moon rise to midnight. When it began it was sitting like a fiery orange behind silhouetted trees and mountains. As it rose it was never fully covered by clouds but seemed to be using them as a cradle to reach into the heavens. The above was what I came up with as a description. Not the most poetic at all, but exactly how it appeared.
You have walked 98 miles.
You have reached the Bald Hill in the Old Forest (98).
It is 12 miles to the next landmark.
You still have 360 miles to Rivendell.
"The hobbits led their ponies up, winding round and round until they reached the top. There they stood and gazed about them. The air was gleaming and sunlit, but hazy; and they could not see to any great distance. Near at hand the mist was now almost gone; though here and there it lay in hollows of the wood, and to the south of them, out of a deep fold cutting right across the Forest, the fog still rose like steam or wisps of white smoke."
Doing: Talking to Lara, Queen of all the world and my personal psychiatrist
What made my day: Trav visiting me at work
What bothered me today: Going to work and losing all vocabulary
All material (c) by Julie A. Snyder