"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
But the break is over, feet. You're on the line again, or, more to the point, you're on the road again. This morning I woke up early and strong enough to tackle the neighborhood loop.
Yes, it will be 101 today, but at 7 a.m. it was a comfortable. 73. I walked and walked.
It felt terrific.
(Pedestrians on the Royal Mile.)
posted by Anne Cassidy at
8:17 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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