English 145 (11): Tea
Monday, December 7, 2009
Today, taking the train to Penn, I watched my world going by. Twice herds of deer—if you can call four, then five deer a herd—were scattered by the oncoming locomotion and made a heady dash for the margins. Near Rosemont a fox was nearly caught by the tail. Near Overbrook a hawk got mired in some kind of mid-air scuffle with a bird half its size and twice as fast.
Once in the city, I walked, as I always do—through 30th Street, toward Drexel, then west and south, toward Penn. I was followed, it would seem, by that hawk (or that hawk's cousin), which finally rested in a thorny tree and did not protest against its portrait.
Later, I would sit with my class at the Bubble House, where we poured variously tinted pots of tea (and one coffee) and shared a long, long lovely lunch. How do you say goodbye? Maybe you don't. That's how I'm figuring on it.
8 comments:
The Bubble House, you say? I need to see there.
A couple of weeks ago, a deer was lost in downtown Toronto.
I love train rides. Such a time for reflection and observation.
Great portrait of the hawk in the thorns. I feel like a poem may be in that picture :)
If you get the chance, I posted a dance video clip from So You Think You Can Dance. I always need my dance fix!
As long as there is a Bubble House and tea, you always have a place to gather.
it seems to me as if you really enjoyed giving this class.. it must have been inspiring for the girls.
i was just in london a few weeks ago, and they have foxes there, in the middle of the city! now, the only "wild life" i am seeing are some cute little mice with ear tags, sitting in a cage in front of me, while i am writing my phd thesis in the laboratory..
btw, hurry up with writing that book! i can't wait to read it.
Sometimes you wish you could say goodbye, but simply cannot...
Beautiful photo and lovely word imagery, too.
Love the hawk. The other morning we were driving over the mountain toward Harrisburg and we spotted about a half dozen along the way.
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