October 20, 2014 § Leave a comment
…stopping at the bakery after Mass on Sunday morning and getting a large box with cinnamon rolls, raspberry danishes, and chocolate cupcakes.
…when the autumn wind is chilly and the sunlight is molten gold and every delphinium in the world is jealous of that blue, blue sky.
….writing this, finding words like gems and boulders, the freedom of description and remembering how writing soothes my soul.
…driving. Driving home, driving to church, driving to visit a friend who lives far away, the reassuring contradiction of arching freedom in the sky above me and the private little world enclosed within a car.
…salty, buttery toast and drippy eggs at a diner after a late night. Hot coffee and home-fries with peppers and onions.
…the dim lights of the bar and good live music in the background and a cold beer.
…my friends laughing with me. Or at me. Generally, at me.
…a busy night at the Cafe when everything is working smoothly.
…singing Latin at Mass, the chants or the songs. The sound of an ancient language carrying down through the centuries: praise and sorrow and prayer in words of a different yet familiar tongue.
…that scene in The Return of the King when Sam looks up and finds the single star amidst the gloom and smoke of the sky above the Plains of Gorgoroth.
…my living room couch and a book.
…my bed and a book.