March 21, 2011

Spring, and the day is fit for the opening of that green and golden door.

Our concert costume yesterday involved brightly colored T-shirts. I listened with amazement as man after man hissed “I don’t wear yellow!” because it made them look “washed out.”

Extended morning dream. There were wide fields and mountains and deep forests, and amid them I was supposed to adjudicate J’s degree in art, except that I could never find him. He would leave bits and pieces of his thesis, but disappear himself into the wilderness, so I could form no coherent picture of what was going on.