I was reading a book the other day that used the word, wraith. I had to look it up. It seems that single-syllable words interest me more than they used to. Many times they go back to Old English of Anglo-Saxon days or maybe early Middle English.
The next morning I saw this:
In the background is one of the rare east-west mountain ranges of North America. "Wraith" certainly describes the clouds hanging onto gaps and wrinkles in the mountains.
Some people would say that the burned trees in the foreground detract from the beauty of the mountains, but you could see the starkness of burned forests as a counterweight to the tendency of spoiled moderns to see Nature as being all about purty, purty, purty.
Life outside the rat race -- the busy-ness machine -- is largely about getting up in the morning and finding something to be interested in. And by the way, 'busy' is an Anglo-Saxon word.
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