Delaware is beautiful, the flat long stretches of open space remind me of the solitude we all have, from its marshes to the snow geese running to eat food, to the muskrat burrows that steam in winter, the otters playful dance along route 9.Houses like wasps nests clinging to the sides of the roads.
This morning a cardinal landed on my window, next to the apple tree, it sang for a moment and lighted slowly moving in the air as if time was no longer itself but transformed into just that moment and that song.
Reflected in the water and tangled in the roots of a cypress, I need fresh air to breathe. We protect ourselves from the one thing we cannot stand to see, our self until everything is so hidden there is nothing left to hide. We move through this hidden world hidden to everyone except those moments when a piercing thought or a little bird come to the window and know us more deeply than we know ourselves.
Despite our effort to save and protect so much, this is what we all, I think, love. It is like the quiet morning when the air is still, its stillness hazy, but when evening comes and the chatter of the day is gone and we see outside a window the sun and moon reflected together in axis of the sky like the round curves of a pear.
My cold is still working on me so I will not be writing much this weekend.
This weekend, I plan to get out and get fresh air and meet with friends. I wish you all a wonderful weekend and hope you can find it in yourself to look for what is beautiful outside, and we can deal with reality and its paradox of sunsets like this and the difficulty of politics after the stillness of a new day.
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