lay in the sun and nap!
we got here. somehow. finally. even though I can’t tell my right from my left (luckily i've got this freckle on my right hand...that i can't always see...), we (I…) almost lost the directions, and it took 300 miles…
after a very wonderful yesterday spent watching Spanish men glide across grass (truly more graceful than dancers) with abigail, ben, jon, and becky in a lovely bar (bill’s off broadway) with strategically placed t.v. screens, we had dinner with my uncle charlie, aunt debbie, and cousin henry, which involved delicious (!!!) salmon, harold and the purple crayon, and an impromptu baseball game in their green, beautifully lit backyard.
now we're here, in beautiful couer d'alene, already forgetting what it means to live in the city, surrounded only by grass and trees and water.
today we swam in the lake – the quiet cold lake – so blue and lovely. afterward we layed on the floor of a what was once a house, ab read capote and I read poetic theory. I’m reading the necessary angel by wallace stevens, which is a celebration of the imagination (a very necessary angel).
I love poetry. I love all words (well…maybe not “puss.” hmm...or “ripe”…), love to surround myself in them, wish I could live in them sometimes (this is why abigail and I are friends). dangerous and impossible thoughts, especially on a day like today, laying on top of the ruins of house overlooking the water, somehow pastoral, entirely profound, and... wordless.
love you! hannah
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