August 22, 2021

My life has changed insofar as every odd sound from the backyard sends me downstairs to see if a bear is breaking in. In my bed at night I’m listening all the while, though so far significant visitations (those which caused damage) were diurnal.

Tallis as today’s anthem. 

My garden is a Monet painting, all smeared with colors and thick with visual excess. God saw a deficiency of blue and sent the morning glories to redress it. 

Watching Bernstein’s “Ode to Freedom” from Berlin on You Tube, I heard myself saying to myself, “You’re an angry little man.” And so I am, petty and grievance-nursing in a world of immensities.