Here's a photo of pretty Autumn colors in Vermont to remind my fellow Americans that we're a small state but we have lots of room and we're next to Canada.
'Each evening, from December to December
Before you drift to sleep upon your cot
Think back on all the tales that you remember
Of Camelot'
- Frederick Loewe, Camelot (reprise)
'About here, she thought, dabbling her fingers in the water, a ship had sunk, and she muttered, dreamily half asleep, how we perished, each alone.' -
Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse
'When everything is totaled up we have evolved a fine variety of flushing toilets but not a very good world.' - John P. Marquand, The Late George Apley
Father said, if you lose hope count the bus stops in paradise. In light of my recent troubles it was excellent advice. Aboard the bus that took me as far as my money went, I put my head against the glass and dreamt of faceless men.
'I haven’t got any special religion this morning. My God is the God of Walkers. If you walk hard enough, you probably don’t need any other god.' - Bruce Chatwin, In Patagonia
First the light: pure, brief, with the aperture quickly closing, then opening to morning sun coming down the cellar stairs. I stand in its beam, I know who I am and where. A door has opened onto consciousness, a moment captured, and I am ready for the next frame.
