a_sigh_amid_the_roar_of_the_quickly_moving_world yenaldlosi Sometimes, when she sleeps. Now and then exasperation. Now and then a suggsestive hint. Most often, the happy relief to settle and rest at the end of a full day. The quiet smile that has lost none of its beauty. She remains as soft as cotton while my days in the sun have left me as dark as the red earth where my grandfather lived. We walk in this shiny world of wires and data and all of the accoutrements of The Way Things Are. But we remember. Children of our own people's lost generations. Living in the reclamation of what was lost for many years. I struggle to regain the language I spoke as a child which the teachers punished us for speaking until I left the small boarding school. Her hair is still as dark as when I first saw her, only the faintest streaks of grey showing through in her braids. When I came to realize I was old, I felt it safe to be like my grandfather and let my hair grow. But mine is not so dark. More like a mane of tarnished silver. We're mostly retired now, our children grown and made granparents of us. Our daughters wear their mother's beauty, And my son inherited enough of his mother's looks to keep from looking completely like me. Today i will prepare a few things and we will do a little traveling for the holidays. We have always enjoyed the solitude of the roads and the spontaneous wonder of unexpected sights 021210 ... . . 041213 ... oE . 041213 ... oldephebe i just gotta say (at the risk of spoiling the pristine ground of this blathespace)that this was some of the finest writing i've ever read ... 041214 ... . . 050531 ... oldephebe GODDAMN!! Has anyone ELSE read this glorious page?!!! 050611 ... pSyche yes. but what's there to say? sometimes, there just are not words. 050612 what's it to you? who go blather from