Older, but no wiser
Andy Borrows' musings on life and all its confusion, contradictions, richness and opportunities
Friday, July 23, 2004
Losing the scent
(subtitle: metaphor soup - in which we explore how to cram the most metaphors into the smallest space)
The trail’s gone cold. Parts 4 and 5 were planned, but the experience faded before the words could catch up. Even part 3 feels distant now; an experience belonging to someone else.
So busy was I painting the golden rays of the sun, so intent on freezing them on the canvass, that when I turned back to look, the sun had already dipped below the horizon, it’s golden brightness a distant fading glow.
That’s the way of things – the ocean swell drives the wave in, it breaks on the shore, reaches up the beach… and then recedes, its energy spent. But the tide has risen a little higher, and another wave will follow. Unless of course the tide is on its way out. Dangerous things, metaphors. Especially when they’re as mixed as these ;-)
The trail’s gone cold. Parts 4 and 5 were planned, but the experience faded before the words could catch up. Even part 3 feels distant now; an experience belonging to someone else.
So busy was I painting the golden rays of the sun, so intent on freezing them on the canvass, that when I turned back to look, the sun had already dipped below the horizon, it’s golden brightness a distant fading glow.
That’s the way of things – the ocean swell drives the wave in, it breaks on the shore, reaches up the beach… and then recedes, its energy spent. But the tide has risen a little higher, and another wave will follow. Unless of course the tide is on its way out. Dangerous things, metaphors. Especially when they’re as mixed as these ;-)
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