February 14, 2016
I can't feel the enchantment any more. This is a great loss to me. As a child and as a teenager, I could lay in the grass at sunset and feel in love with the world and the beauty before me. It was such a glorious contentment. I remember feeling that way about silent snowfalls and thick windless grey skies that muffled the way sound traveled in my early thirties, before I left for California. I remember the thrill of spring mornings when the air felt dewy soft. I can remember these feelings, but my present experiences are shallow or muted.