"The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference. The opposite of art is not ugliness, it's indifference."
~ Elie Wiesel
If today is National Weather Day, I missed the memo. Look what arrived in my inbox today from Ted Kooser (American Life in Poetry newsletter):"I’m well into my seventies, and I warm to simple, peaceful scenes. Here’s a fine love poem by Patricia Traxler, a Kansas poet, whose newest book, Naming the Fires, will be out in early 2016."Weather ManWhen it snows, he standsat the back door or wandersaround the house to eachwindow in turn andwatches the weatherlike a lover. O farm boy,I waited yearsfor you to look at methat way. Now we’re oldenough to stop waitingfor random looks or touchesor words, so I find myselfwatching you watchingthe weather, and we waittogether to discoverwhatever the sky might bring.
Great song...and fun to watch them perform.(Though I did keep looking for the trumpet players. ;-)
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