Sally has written since childhood, looking with Alice in Wonderland delight at the world unfolding. It was a road unfollowed as a career but time and tide have placed me on a shore where I can pick up my quill and begin.
For a moment there was light enough to see a smudge of sky beyond. The softness, the greyness of cloud but the light of the city, of cars, of cranes, of towering office buildings glare it out.
So the grasp, the reach of nature fades and I, and we, lose touch with the rhythm of day, of seasons, of self.
Interconnectedness is lost and the bright artificial library light returns the focus to self. The world outside disappears. I will find it later in the evening rustle and the cricket song of my garden, where again, I can hear the world’s soul sing.
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