After the Heat Wave:
Waking up in the early morning to a cool breeze, a luminous sky and the carefree sound of birds chirping in the boughs of the great pine tree that grows in my garden, I remembered Anne Carson's Short Talk on:
Le Bonheur D’Etre Bien Aimee:
Day after day I think of you as I wake up. Someone has put cries of birds on the air like jewels.On a morning like this, for a brief moment, I caught an echo, a faint memory, of the feeling I used to experience a lot more often in my younger days, of certain optimism and a sense of joy in the simple fact of being alive.
Yehudit Ravitz sings:
Four in the morning