Lucky to have a place to stand and see the sky while still being at home. With icy sidewalks and the pandemic raging, it seems a beautiful time to go inward.
I am having a momentary yearning that it is hard for me to imagine realizing. Given all my commitments (commitments that I treasure for the groundedness, sense of place, and community that they give me in return), I cannot quite figure out how I could fit in a long weekend in Paris before March 11, 2012.
Nonetheless, I have been enjoying this morning a fantasy of picking up and going to Paris to see the Tagore exhibit at the Petit Palais, and incidentally eating and walking and photographing and delighting in everything else Paris has to offer. I suppose I could buy the catalogue–the internet has made such things ever so easy, but it wouldn’t quite be the same.
Excellent example of why it is good to look and pause before taking action–such as picking a blossom.
