"When everything else has gone from my brain ... what will be left, I believe, is topology: the dreaming memory of land as it lay this way and that." Annie Dillard
Taking myself to task as I watched the darkening sky, I wished I'd spent less time searching through the t-shirts and trinkets.
But light was lingering in the west. I could still enjoy the afterglow. Which is what I did ... and what I plan to do as this beach trip becomes another beautiful memory.
posted by Anne Cassidy at
8:38 AM
I’m a writer and editor, the author of "Parents Who Think Too Much" and a freelancer published everywhere from the "New York Times" to "Woman’s Day." I’ve been scribbling my thoughts in one tattered notebook or another for most of my life, but this blog is the first time I’ve gone public. I'm glad you've landed here, and I hope you visit often.
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