October 20, 2009

Obrecht on the CD, Missa Caput, spooky, wintery.

On campus I saw a shimmer in the afternoon light. I went toward it, and it was the wings of hundreds upon hundreds of winged ants swarming from the terrace behind Philips Hall into the sky. It was beautiful and appalling. I stood a long time watching to see if anybody would look but me, and nobody did. Panthers stalk through the gardens. Eagles preen on the cornices. Whole passages of the world pass us unseen. All is still secret.