greg saw us off this morning to connecticut. he's staying home with korrina who is supposed to be in rehearsal as stage manager for an HB play, but it may be cancelled. we had a good drive up, and arrived in the late afternoon. the air is wonderful, and i love hearing all the birds and crickets and cicadas.
by day the blue will pale down into white where it touches the white of the land, after sunset it has a new circumference-orange, melting upwards into tenderest purple. but the core of blue persists, and so it is by night. then the stars hang like lamps from the immense vault. the distance between the vault and them is as nothing to the distance behind them, and that farther distance, though beyond colour, last freed itself from blue. -e.m. forster (a passage to india)
Monday, July 25, 2011
in connecticut
greg saw us off this morning to connecticut. he's staying home with korrina who is supposed to be in rehearsal as stage manager for an HB play, but it may be cancelled. we had a good drive up, and arrived in the late afternoon. the air is wonderful, and i love hearing all the birds and crickets and cicadas.
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