(last week, at "a bit of earth")
There they dance, arm in arm with the light...
you can hardly tell at last what in
the dance is leaf and what is light.
-Henry David Thoreau
I have felt it coming for days...
the rare, amazing flood of clarity I sometimes experience in the autumn.
It comes from that gentle, peaceful, slanting light
from somewhere earthy and deep and reassuring.
This morning I sat down with tea and a Moleskine
and wrote and wrote.
Now the question is, what will I do with these insights?
Percolation, I think.
Does this ever happen to you?