At work, oddly with a search engine, on Walden.
Between me and the far hillside, a steady rain.
I read in the Gulistan, or Flower Garden, of Sheik Sadi of Shiraz, that “they asked a wise man, saying: Of the many celebrated trees which the Most High God has created lofty and umbrageous, they call none azad, or free, excepting the cypress, which bears no fruit; what mystery is there in this? He replied, Each has its appropriate produce, and appointed season, during the continuance of which it is fresh and blooming, and during their absence dry and withered; to neither of which states is the cypress exposed, being always flourishing; and of this nature are the azads, or religious independents.–Fix not thy heart on that which is transitory; for the Dijlah, or Tigris, will continue to flow through Bagdad after the race of caliphs is extinct: if thy hand has plenty, be liberal as the date tree; but if it affords nothing to give away, be an azad, or free man, like the cypress.
The word I’ve been working on, for a time, is mystery.
By now no riddle here: I just missed my 11:00 date with the iPad.
Ok, for the rest of the slow among us…
a) there is a cypress in that picture
b) he was supposed to take picture of weather at 11, got distracted by Walden and the quote about cypresses, looked up at 11:06 and behold, a cypress
Not to mention, it’s hard to take a picture of the rain.