I can't sleep…
“And this droplet of light…”
— Al-Saddiq Al-Raddi, “A Star,” tr. Hafiz Kheir with Mark Ford
Notes:
Wow, let’s give DK an attaboy for showing up on his own blog? An unscheduled sabbatical, like forever. MIA without notice.
Let’s give Anneli credit for my return, this being a far less ambitious adaption of her February effort, but hey, it’s Something.
The mood has been shifting anxiously between Renkl: “often it feels like the only thing left to do is rage against the dying of the light” and Murakami: “All that remained now was a sort of quiet resignation” and my recent fan boy affection for Charlotte Wood: “The beauty of being here is largely the silence, after all. Not having to explain, or endlessly converse.”
The Cove Island morning walks continue, despite the bitter cold. If I was counting, it would be 1,746 consecutive (almost) mornings. Like in a row. But who’s counting?!
It’s early morning Feb 10th, I’m heading to the cliff at The Cove. I’m standing in the spot taking the shot above, fingers numb from the cold, winds gusting up to 30 mph.
You Blue DK?
Continue reading “Walking. No, it’s not a mirage.”More pictures from this morning’s walk here.