It’s a beautiful sunny day in May. I am seven and a half years old. My first year of school is almost over. We had the finals last week, and now it’s just day trips, games outside, and going over the summer homework. I am the best at reading in my class, because I can read 120 words a minute, measured by a little cute sand clock. Continue reading “So Many Colors and So Much Beauty”
As I walked along the Dorsoduro embankment this morning, peaking into the side alleys and canals, I felt Venice as a protodream. The other dreams made sense.
A lesser one, Venice, California, the quiet part a couple of blocks inland from the beach. Continue reading “The Venices”