| Mantra November 14, 1999 I prefer the red of a ripe apple to that of a stop sign; I prefer the yellow of warm sunlight to that of a school bus; I prefer the blue of a serene lake to that of a police uniform; I prefer the green of verdant meadow to that of a ten dollar bill; I prefer the white of unspoiled snow to that of a sales receipt; I prefer the gray of an overcast day to that of a concrete building; I prefer the black of the night sky to that of a paved road. I have far too long labored in the city; now I wish to go and live among the trees, seeking only to deepen my relationship with my two fair loves: land and weather. |