Wednesday, December 21, 2016

December 20, 2016

Stood in the Racquet Club parking lot at the exact instant of dawn. The sky was low and radiant dark gray, embroidered with the paths of flying crows. The Infinite seemed very close. I danced my dance there in the graying darkness, and when I was finished I looked around to see if anyone had seen, and all the world was empty, but for the One for whom it was all intended.

Encountered K at High Five. He purged in an instant all sadness that was between us. The honor is his; the relief, mine. It was the best way to start a day.

Wrote a Canto, watched T and W working at their futile screenplay, they like Sisyphus, useless but possibly content.

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