9 October 2013
It’s as though the days have wings. I packed eight hours of essay editing work into the day today, and went out to see a play with Emily. And yet, the day feels simultaneously elongated and swift. Even more swift when I look at the date. I feel like it was June, and then I turned around, and now it’s winter.
I have so many things to tell you and talk to you about, and it all gets jumbled up. There are so many stories — almost too many. I mean other people’s stories, as well as my own. The threads seem to only get more complex as it goes along. And then there are ideas to discuss and books to read and conversations to be had, and songs to sing and places to visit and things to witness. I mean, it’s a busy life, this world. Chock full with interesting things. I can’t believe I was ever bored. Ever.
All this to say: it is definitely bed time. The days are getting shorter, even while they’re getting longer. Or maybe the sunlight is getting shorter, but the tasks are getting finished faster. The cold weather tends to make me move faster. I want to get things done. I want to be somewhere warm. It’s a good busy-ness. At least it’s definitely efficient.
I was looking through iPhoto to find a picture for tonight, and landed on this one. I keep forgetting that I haven’t even shared all the best photos from the trip this summer — the only ones I could really post up were from my phone in the moment. But this was in Strasbourg, I think. The color is what catches me today. It was sunset, on the way home after dinner. It reminds me of a special hour in Edinburgh — I call it the Golden Hour, when the sun is setting through a certain angle, and it strikes the sandstone buildings and sets them alight until everything looks like it’s gold and burning. It’s beautiful, and an easy way to assess when the seasons are changing. In the summer, the golden hour was at about 8-9pm. Today, it was at 7. Maybe slightly before that. In the depths of winter, it retracts back to about 3pm. Imagine. Sunset before you finish working. Some days you barely see the sun at all, if you’re too busy.
This was supposed to be a short post =). But I can never stay away.
It is Marvellous
It is marvellous to wake up together
At the same minute; marvellous to hear
The rain begin suddenly all over the roof,
To feel the air clear
As if electricity had passed through it
From a black mesh of wires in the sky.
All over the roof the rain hisses,
And below, the light falling of kisses.
An electrical storm is coming or moving away;
It is the prickling air that wakes us up.
If lightning struck the house now, it would run
From the four blue china balls on top
Down the roof and down the rods all around us,
And we imagine dreamily
How the whole house caught in a bird-cage of lightning
Would be quite delightful rather than frightening;
And from the same simplified point of view
Of night and lying flat on one’s back
All things might change equally easily,
Since always to warn us there must be these black
Electrical wires dangling. Without surprise
The world might change to something quite different,
As the air changes or the lightning comes without our blinking,
Change as our kisses are changing without our thinking.