dadpad wrote:559. I think the stars at night are big and bright, but only deep in the heart of Texas. I'm on the Gulf Coast.
Not only Texas edgar.
The Man from snowy river (excerpt) AB Patterson
And down by Kosciusko, where the pine-clad ridges raise
Their torn and rugged battlements on high,
Where the air is clear as crystal, and the white stars fairly blaze
At midnight in the cold and frosty sky,
And where around the Overflow the reed beds sweep and sway
To the breezes, and the rolling plains are wide,
The man from Snowy River is a household word today,
And the stockmen tell the story of his ride.
Speaking of such things, I was at a lake in The Woodlands about two weeks ago. The shoreline was abustle with families of all stripes, plus the mooching of ducks. Across the body of water, two very young swimmers were keeping pace with a boat, and the breeze tempered the sun's rays, making it pleasant to be there. As I took a place on a bench and looked down at the water, I was very surprised. Willie Wonka's chocolate stream must feed that water. I mean, Holy ****; there were swimmers in there. We sat and watched the swimmers, the children and ducks, for a while, but my heart was no longer in it.