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.


Anonymous Debra Hamel said...

Those paths are gorgeous.

Sat Sept 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 Sept 12, 11:57:00 am  

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