"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 nothing could have prepared me for the particular shades of green and blue, for the commingling of ocean, sky and grass, for the pastoral setting, the lone cows grazing.
There was so much green and so much blue, and when you walked out to the Pico Vermelho viewpoint, it was as if you were walking into the ocean on a gigantic earthen gangplank. Only you didn't enter the sea; you marveled at it.
Labels: travel
posted by Anne Cassidy at
5:31 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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