Pantheon Of The Lesser Goddess



Venus transverses the Sun, paddles a jet coracle over an ocean of golden fire. She appears a lesser goddess, pushing across the fulsome diameter, and a brave goddess, venturing over pluming flames. This is the view from above the clouds of Cornwall this morning:
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/science-environment-17745366

As we rumble from sleep to bicycle ride, wakeful rain rushes to us, excitable, invigorated, as though it has been witness to the planet’s rare transit, precipitates the news. Work traffic streams by, a river of routine. The supermarket car park is filling up, makes a flotilla of car roofs beneath the path. Pedals spin, wheels whir, stirs up a smile.
I am not supposed to be riding a bike on the pavement but the lorries are colossal and no people are close by. They are all at a distance, looking smaller than they are. Here is one, negotiating an overloaded trolley towards the boot of her car. She is barely the size of my thumb, tacking, determined, over wet tarmac, under the cloud: a blaze of sunlight in a puddle at her feet. 


Comments

said…
I've read about the track Venus made in front of the sun, but wasn't able to see this. We had a lot of rain the last days too here and more is coming to us later on in the evening with thunder so I'll be staying inside and watch it.

Jan's place...
7 June 2012 at 14:45
Stephanie V said…
You always make the ordinary seem so extraordinary. Just a bike ride becomes a journey to a much more interesting world.
7 June 2012 at 17:12
Lisa Southard said…
Thank you Stephanie :-) And hooray for the internet, for sharing such wondrous pictures, so everyone under cloud or out of range gets to see the interplanetary entertainments!
7 June 2012 at 19:43
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