In the Wilderness

Thrashed about all night in restless anticipation of the day ahead. On my walk yesterday in offhand search of snow geese a sleek grey bubble of good humors fronted with five silver rings (12534) appeared, turned onto Urban Road, most incongruous, and glided past. When I turned around it was gone. I hope I see it again soon in my travels, along with a glimpse of its pleasant occupant. (I know, I am too - thank you.) The grave's a fine and private place, But none I think do there embrace. The silent car with the shaded glass on the other hand... even in winter one can do quite an invisible lot en plein air, as we well know.