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A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us. Franz Kafka
Sunday, October 17, 2010
October is such a beautiful time of year, no matter where you live. Yesterday at sunset I went to my favorite spot on the island. It was just cool enough that I would have liked to have had a sweater. I could hear waves washing up on the beach, the cries of birds, the faint drone of a powerboat somewhere. The sky turned pink, then orange, then dark blue; the water was lit up like a firefly.
This time of year I leave for work in darkness, then find myself coming home too close to dinnertime. It just doesn't seem as though there are enough hours in the day to do everything. But this is my one and only life, so I seize a moment, or thirty minutes, and simply drink in the sunset or read a book only because I want to.
Do you ever feel like Sunday is a bittersweet day? You want to lounge around and luxuriate in indolence, but the guilt and ever-present awareness of chores and paperwork prevents you? Yeah, me too.
My reading is all over the place this week. I'm preparing lessons for my creative writing classes, getting ready to start a novel in my sophomore classes, and making a list of classics I want to read. Chris over at ProSe has me convinced to dive into The Illiad, and Judith at Reader in the Wilderness convinced me to begin Mary Sarton's The Small Room. I have a couple of reviews I need to write and post, and a few more books waiting for me to read and review. And I am drawing up a plan for deliberately reading more classics, and reading more deliberately. This isn't a race after all--there is nothing wrong with slow reading.