Blue Sun?!?

I like airports. I’m not sure why, but something about being in them makes me feel happy. Perhpas part of it is a sort of brooding excitement or expectancy. I love to fly as well, so perhpas it is also due to assaociation with the enjoyment of flying, and traveling in general.
I recently flew to minnesota, and was enjoying myself standing in the long line lugging my suitcase and overstuffed cary-on. People were hurrying past, while others stood about leaning boardly on their luggage. Traffic directors waved people this way and that, and large carts of baggage rolled by. The line slowly slithered forward. The baggage check crept into view. Then my heart stopped.
....’two by two, hands of blue’...
The haunting lines echoed through my head as I stared at at least five pairs of decidedly blue hands. All the security officers checking the bags were wearing blue gloves, of exactly the same hue as the agents searching for River. It was really very unnerving. Of course my bag passed just fine since I wasn’t hauling any cryostacised fugatives or contraband supplies, though the unlabled bag of sinus headache pills and the knitting needles made me a little nervous. They really couldn’t have chosen more unfortunate timing to issue blue gloves to their workers.....unless of course there’s a lot more truth in sci-fi than we realize =)

autumn light

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Originally uploaded by aelthwyn.

Autumn has a mysterious feel to it. A musty sort of feeling, like it’s filled with old dusty memories. It feels like somehow the past is closer this time of year. When I smell the cool crisp autumn air I am always reminded of ancient ruins, and grey castles rising out of the mist. Iget the sort of feeling of one sitting in a wizard’s study, surrounded by piles of crinkly old parchments and huge tomes containing legends and secrets from time out of mind, and the expectancy of finding some new secret, or some new mystery to solve, some new quest connected with all those adventures of long ago.
I used to hink spring was my favorite season, but although I love the bright glowing blade sof new grass, and the flowers, and the fresh feeling of sunbeams shining down after the rain, and the idea of the renewal of life and all that, it just doesn’t strike a chord deep within me as atumn does. I was rather surprised to discover that my favorite season is fall, but perhaps it is an ‘aquired taste’ as they say. It seems to me that I discovered that about the same time I found myself humming things in minor keys which I had never really liked before. I have not yet found myself enjoying green beans, however, as they all predicted I would ‘grow into’.
This year I was able to enjoy a more authentic autumn because we went to Minnesota where the trees actually all lose their leaves etc. I enjoyed it, and only wished I’d had more time to take pictures - it was a rather short trip. Here is a picture from Thanksgiving this year -can't you tell? =) naturally there are no people eating turkey in it - which captures fall rather well I think. The sunlight glowing through the veined leaves reminded me just a bit of stained glass windows.