Considering where we live and what we live for.
I am not a reader. I cannot say why. But today I read for my Father. Who loved to read. Even though for the most part he read a lot of the same things over and over. Because he was a man of habit. He had a lot of good habits actually. He lived small and close to his needs.
Today I read for my Mother who used to read before she got married but who let her husband read to her after that. I remember him reading out loud. And that she loved that.
I remembered this one.
"Shams and delusions are esteemed for soundest truths, while reality is fabulous... If we respected only what is inevitable and has a right to be, music and poetry would resound along the streets." (Henry David Thoreau).
It rained all night. It is hot and humid, uncomfortably steamy today and I am going out to suck it up.
and page turning to you.