I take space to be the central fact to man born in America. I spell it large because it comes large here. Large and without mercy.
I sound like Homer. I mean Winslow Homer.
O.K. I'm running out of appetite. Let this swirl- a bit like Crab Nebula- do for now.
I hope you're representing the devil's advocate.
This morning of the small snow I count the blessings, the leak in the faucet which makes of the sink time, the drop of the water on water.
There is a grace of life which is still yours, my dear Europe.