Wednesday, September 08, 2010

As I walked out one late summer morning

It is a kind of dread and a thrill to know while I walked through the woods, smelling of pine


that below me on the patio close to the pool beside the kitchen


my book was being discussed.

I paused for a while and heard, I think, Murakami's Wind Up Bird


then came down. Go away, they said, we're not finished yet.


They were all very kind.

2 Comments:

Anonymous Debra Hamel said...

Those paths are gorgeous.

Sat Sep 11, 02:01:00 am  
Blogger Clare Dudman said...

They felt good too - shaded, and then, when I walked I could smell the pine needles and herbs that I crushed crushed underfoot.

Sun Sep 12, 11:57:00 am  

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