At my writing table watching the furry moon. It moves behind my neighbor's house . Just a chip off the end. Smoky aura. Fog clouds illuminated? No more moon. "Lune ou pas lune, nous nous en fichons!"
Doesn't writing table sound better than computer desk...? Recent Utne Mag featues 2 articles--click your app and there is no app for happiness.
I want to finish my current read--"John Reed: The Romantic Revolutionary" before the end of the year. I am trudging through his life just like the 30 or so lives I slogged through since November 2011. I am acquiring patience as I read each one. Simone, Sartre and company walked all over Europe. People walked. No big deal. Took trains and cars and buggies when any of those luxuries were available. Simone loved walking by herself. Walking for hours and days and weeks at a time. If they had to improvise on lodgings. This wasn't a problem, either.
