Tuesday, August 08, 2006
Wrapped in awe
I love walking out to the Sound in the evening to watch the sun go down. Sometimes it disappears in a haze, sometimes it is framed with dramatic clouds, and sometimes it seems to envelop the horizon in a golden glow, like this.
"... we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. Yet everything happens only a certain number of times, and a very small number, really.
"How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, some afternoon that's so deeply a part of your being that you can't even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four or five times more. Perhaps not even that. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless."
-- Paul Bowles (1910 - 1999)