This is the first time I am blogging from an airport and marks a move toward the proper tone of a blog; as an actual web-log, an account of what is happening now. I must belabor you again with my descriptions of the sunlight.
To me the variations in light through time and geography are as diverse as regional accents, and I delight in most of them - especially Long Island. The accent. The sunlight too I suppose. But Phoenix is absolutely golden. The skin of the locals is equally golden. Everything seems to glint as if it were gilded and covered in tanning oil.
I wonder if our eyes change in different sunlights like sometimes our voices adopt that reciprocal lilt or drawl of someone we are speaking with?
I am going to Mexico. Again. I like the way it smells.
I am reading Everything is Illuminated, by Jonathan Safran Foer, and listening to Pandora Radio. Everything IS illuminated.
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Your writing is simply enchanting and conveys so much about your spirit. This entry reminds me of one of my favorite quotes: Even after all these years, the sun has never said to the earth "you owe me."
I hope you enjoy Everything is Illuminated as much as I did. The movie is actually better than the book. We should watch it when you come home.
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