As the sun shines through the curtain lace…

After the time changes, I am always surprised at how early the sun goes down.  The sun today at least made a grand departure — despite the fact that that departure happened around 5:30.  Early but glorious.  And a wonderful opportunity to stop, look, enjoy and attempt to capture.

And now some lyrics from one of my favorite Simon and Garfunkel songs, The Dangling Conversation:

It’s a still life water color,
Of a now late afternoon,
As the sun shines through the curtain lace
And shadows wash the room.
And we sit and drink our coffee
Couched in our indifference,
Like shells upon the shore
You can hear the ocean roar
In the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs,
The borders of our lives.

And you read your Emily Dickinson,
And I my Robert Frost,
And we note our place with bookmarkers
That measure what we’ve lost.
Like a poem poorly written
We are verses out of rhythm,
Couplets out of rhyme,
In syncopated time
Lost in the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs,
Are the borders of our lives.

Yes, we speak of things that matter,
With words that must be said,
“Can analysis be worthwhile?”
“Is the theater really dead?”
And how the room is softly faded
And I only kiss your shadow,
I cannot feel your hand,
You’re a stranger now unto me
Lost in the dangling conversation.
And the superficial sighs,
In the borders of our lives.


Welcome to Autumn and to die Essayistin

Welcome to die Essayistin.  That’s German for “the essayist” … lovely how those cognates work, no? This is a place for thoughts and bursts of creativity; I hope you enjoy spending time here as I enjoy putting together words and pictures to share. This first picture is from a recent walk at a nearby park. My favorite thing about it is the pastel-like colors and especially the orange-green-yellows with just a touch of purple near the center.