Every moment in life is a translucent sheath - you can see shapes on the other side, but there is no detail. I am convinced the only way to make sense of it all is to experience each of those moments as fully as possible.
Monday, July 4, 2011
Small town summer feels nostalgic and safe. In my version of small town summer, there are bees working, firepits smoking, and the sound of birds and grass and bugs. Small town summer also has chunks of history - little fragments, like old fences and sheds in yards of houses that have been remodelled, which are still linked to the summers of the fifties and forties and thirties, when your grandparents were young, and they had one summer dress and two pair of trousers. Small town summer is going barefoot on the prickly grass, and slow stillness in the afternoons.
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