Sometimes I felt an unnameable foreboding—a harbinger that my easy state of grace was beginning to slip away.
It’s only a ride until we make our first U-turn—then it’s an adventure.
The nice thing about magic, from what I could tell as a young reader, was that it gave such an order to existence.
But I have reason to believe moments of intense clarity and energy have a rhythm that can be experienced in the here and now.
The virus demands a deep imagining of death.
