The hound and I have been out and about this week. Temperatures soared once more. At times the light had a flat brightness that could cut glass.
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The hound and I have been out and about this week. Temperatures soared once more. At times the light had a flat brightness that could cut glass.
Casting my mind back, one of my favourite early memories of Joe Ruggiero is from England in 2012. We were already seasoned US residents at that point, or so we thought.
I lie enveloped in velvet darkness with no place to be but right where I am. The chorus of crows outside tells me it’s morning but it could be the evening or the middle of the afternoon.
My mind has been lost in time past recently. The father of one of my oldest school friends passed away a few weeks back
It’s a comfortingly domestic evening. My son sits practising piano chords while my daughter bustles around wearing fairy wings and the dog lies gazing soulfully into the near distance. I sit with my mind training text on my lap, musing happily on the weekend just past. It occurs to me that memories of my young family will consist of many moments such as these; when we were together and the world of childhood was all around me.
We’ve been in London for ten days now….. Manhattan pulls you at once into the vortex of her breakneck pace and Los Angeles will entice your involvement with her sublime indifference and lavender skies. London, by contrast, is a graceful hostess.