A Trip North

I take in my hand
The slow arctic salt
Before a vision
Of a place I have never been to
And taste the strength
Of my lone imagination
Ready for anything.
Anything.

Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 11/22/2009 03:07AM by petersz.

I like the positive attitude ringing out here, Peter. "I taste the strength of my own imagination" is an especially memorable line.

Curious, though: why "slow" arctic salt? Seems an odd adjective.

Joe

Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 11/22/2009 01:08PM by hpesoj.

Watching the glacial ice north of Siberia on the satelite camera got me feeling it moves very slowly, Joe.

Peter

Makes sense. Thanks for the explanation.

J