Today we wake to
rain, to a day without much color; and soon comes the end of Daylight Savings,
the closing in of the dark.
But there are
still, ever, the moments of brilliance—color, voice, flavor—of essential
intensity. The orange persimmons
on the little leafless tree, the Gauguin in radiant color at the back of the
book of Paris with mostly black-and-white photographs, the Verdi CD I put on
while slicing glossy eggplants for moussaka, the last of the good summer
tomatoes I’ll eat for lunch with leaves of fresh oregano, my mother’s purple
sweatshirt I will wear today over a faded denim skirt.
Such consolations,
such gifts for the heart.
image: Paul Gauguin, Breton Woman and Goose by the Water
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