I will look at cliffs and clouds
With quiet eyes,
Watch the wind bow down the grass,
And the grass rise.
And when lights begin to show
Up from the town,
I will mark which must be mine,
And then start down!
–Afternoon on a Hill, Edna St. Vincent Millay
I spent the afternoon on Mt. Penn where the Pagoda lives. There were deer to keep me company.
And tracks in the snow.
From up there, Reading looks like a rail yard with all its long rows of houses attached like train cars.
Defunct industry sits in the middle of them, still holding court, but no longer protecting the realm. I spied a beautiful church somewhere in East Reading. Someday I’ll drive around and find it on the ground.
I left before the lights began to show, but I did mark which must be my house before I started down.