fine piece of writing
And I wondered if a memory is something you have or something you’ve lost.
Another Woman, film by Woody Allen
A loaded feature of vacation, no matter how brief, is that slowing down of time and expansion of space for pausing and pondering. This first day of mini-vacation has brought that immeasurable gift to me. As I write this, I am listening to Aaran Copland’s “Appalachian Spring” and memories are so thick I have to brush them away like swarming gnats to the face.
After hours of leisure spent over the pages of Melville’s Moby Dick, I felt visited by so many ideas from so many walks of life, and my emotions could not be quelled. I walked away from the book and settled onto a comfortable sofa to stare at the TV for awhile. I am not sure why I inserted an old VHS tape…
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