Wednesday, September 19, 2007


There is a front blowing through this morning.

No rain; the clouds haven't yet obscured the stars, but the wind is up and tossing the trees. Aside from the sound of wind and trees, the sound of an occasional car, of tires hitting the rumble strip along the highway, a half-mile distant.

Yesterday, I remembered how long it has been since I stepped into a river, and I very nearly wept.

Life, this vastly mysterious process
to which our culture inures us
lest we become useless citizens!

-Jim Harrison