Sunday, November 29, 2009

Day after in the desert

Cold and windy day in the desert.

Road runners puff themselves up against the weather.

I am puffed and curled up listening to the wind.

What is is there better to do on the day after a holiday?

How much joy there is when one starts one of the rarest of treats,

a book you can't put down but don't want to end too soon either.

The book: "March" by Geraldine Brooks, the story of the father and husband of "Little Women" by Louisa May Alcott. Mr. March joins the Civil War as a Unitarian Universalised Chaplain.

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