On a walk, the sky and tree leaves were those of a sixteenth century Italian painting,
it was soquiet that the sound of the lively breeze (yet it was hot and humid) bounced
through my ear canals
In an eerie way, as if my life were an arty movie, like La Jette.
Crossing route 16 I almost caused an accident because a car stopped for me, as was
proper,
but the car behind that one had to swerve dramatically, I jumped back!
Ben, working on the garden in the front, quoted a line from a graduation speech
that had become mythical in his family for its silliness:
“a hole is a question, which when filled with facts is held together with meaning.”
Then Susie came out and by the time we’d finished talking I had made an important
decision,
to get a divorce, as it were, from our singing group (I had been a charter member, and for
seventeen years).
So then I wanted to tell Kate, and she and John were on their patio reading the Sunday
Times.
The air, the light on the leaves, the blossoming trees.
Then I was back home.
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