Things take the time they take. don't worry. How many roads did St. Augustine follow before he became St. Augustine?

The sweetness of dogs (fifteen) What do you say, Percy? I am thinking of sitting out on the sand to watch the moon rise. Full tonight. So we go and the moon rises, so beautiful it makes me shudder, makes me think about time and space, makes me take measure of myself: one iota pondering heaven. Thus we sit, I thinking how grateful I am for the moon’s perfect beauty and also, oh! How rich it is to love the world. Percy, meanwhile, leans against me and gazes up into my face. As though I were his perfect moon.

But how did you come burning down like a wild needle, knowing just where my heart was?

I simply do not distinguish between work and play.

And now you'll be telling stories of my coming back and they won't be false, and they won't be true but they'll be real

... the natural world is the old river that runs through everything, and I think poets will forever fish along its shores.

When it's over, I want to say: all my life I was a bride married to amazement. I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.