Under the music I can hear the rush of cars and trucks
on the highway…
and my fingers drumming out
a running record of this particular June Tuesday
as it unrolls before my eyes, a long intricate carpet
that I am walking on slowly with my head bowed
knowing that it is leading me to the quiet shrine
of the afternoon and the melancholy candles of evening.
from Tuesday, June 4, 1991 by Billy Collins from Sailing Alone Around the Room
This is what fall feels like to me: a quiet shrine I am heading towards. Perhaps in a darkening forest with leaves drifting down, or beside abandoned railroad tracks, or in my bedroom at sunset where I lift my head from my book in time to see the last of the day's light burning orange in the trees on the horizon.
More mailart arrived in a friend's box in Iowa.
I am thoroughly and completely engrossed in this book. I'm always pulled to stories with dark themes and miserable characters. I enjoy having my heart break a little bit from the beginning all the way to the end. I also enjoy reading about real events then doing a little research and learning more. Like THESE ships filled with Jewish immigrants who were turned away from port after port during WWII. While I'm reading the book I need to keep stopping and closing my eyes and saying, "This happened to someone. This really happened."
Anyway, despite my grim review, you might enjoy this book if you love the marriage of a good story and beautiful words. A perfect combination as far as I'm concerned.
These earrings will soon adorn my ears. Diane has some L O V E L Y things in her Etsy Shop. Go have a look.
The Missus is enjoying a moment of respite. Her brothers enjoy chasing her around and around ALL DAY LONG. They insist they do it out of love and concern for their sister's waistline, but I'm not buying it.