The only noise
I’ve ever known
That makes the clocks move slow.
I’ve ever known
That makes the clocks move slow.
The only sound
That sweeps away
The din of city streets,
And wraps around,
In soft embrace,
’Most everyone it meets...."
- from White Noise by Barbara Vance
You can read more delightfully candid children's poems here - perfect snowy day activity!
(Bonus treat: Check out Dr. Barbara's random musings here. With the fatuous 'New Year Resolutions' on the horizon (sorry - have I mentioned I'm a goal-loather?), I was particularly buoyed by her "Productivity Rules" post.
(Clarification: said loathing applies to the bureaucratic defining of SMART goals, which process bewilderingly grates as French-manicured fingernails on the chalkboard of my otherwise simple life. Enough said; I can't talk about that today!)
(Bonus treat: Check out Dr. Barbara's random musings here. With the fatuous 'New Year Resolutions' on the horizon (sorry - have I mentioned I'm a goal-loather?), I was particularly buoyed by her "Productivity Rules" post.
(Clarification: said loathing applies to the bureaucratic defining of SMART goals, which process bewilderingly grates as French-manicured fingernails on the chalkboard of my otherwise simple life. Enough said; I can't talk about that today!)
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