Snow on the ground this morning. Above, the rook delighting sky.* Long miles in a car today, until going slow feels unreal. John Synge, Dorothy Sayers, Trollope if need be.
I don’t find it best to eat a lot on journeys. But then sometimes it is good to stand still, to be refreshed with good cheer somewhere. Today, somewhere in Pennsylvania, or in West Virginia. Perhaps we will have fog; I’d like that.
*Suddenly I saw the cold and rook delighting Heaven
That seemed as though ice burned and was but the more ice,
And thereupon imagination and heart were driven
So wild, that every casual thought of that and this
Vanished, and left but memories, that should be out of season
With the hot blood of youth, of love crossed long ago;
And I took all the blame out of all sense and reason,
-the poet Yeats