Need I say more, as I look out at the darkness and the rain?
Perhaps the place I'd really like to be is just-about-summer, mid-May—my favorite, hopeful time, with promises of everything ahead. A place of mind, a place of heart.
Sitting quietly in a room is all well and good, but why not a whitewashed room, a room opening out on a small Greek harbor, so one has no need to go seeking aesthetic pleasures elsewhere? Drabness and gloom does make me restless, despite good books and Indian curries and visits to my favorite old Black Lab, settled contentedly, determinedly, on her own carefully-guarded pillow in the warm laundry room.
image: View of the church and a few yachts at Vathy Harbor on the Greek island of Siphnos (Takeaway)
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