I have enjoyed greatly the second blooming that comes when you finish the life of emotions and of personal relations; and suddenly find – at the age of fifty, say – that a whole new life has opened before you.
After a busy couple of days, and out late two evenings in a row, I crave solitude and silence. It’s my good fortune to look forward to a measure of that today.
As I drove home last evening, I was thinking about how much I enjoy attending talks and classes and how I’d like to do more of that. I’m usually reluctant to go out in the evening; I wake at four or five in the morning and wind down early. Everything’s a choice. I have to ponder that.
Today, writing; and maybe camera play later after a technician comes and goes.