it was a fortunate wind

I just about stepped on Bambi during my walk this morning.  We blinked at each other and she obliged me with a photo and we went on our way~marveling that the temperature is going up roughly one degree every five minutes.  As this is Football Kick-Off And Nothing Else Matters in Texas Weekend, our phones are shrieking heat alerts.

Re-reading Willard Spielgelman's excellent Seven Pleasures and found a resonating quote (by Elizabeth Bishop) for my current mind set and the sultry afternoons:  

'What one seems to want in art, 

in experiencing it, 

is the same thing that is necessary for its creation, 

a self-forgetful, 

perfectly useless, 

concentration.' 

And speaking of books and writers, am sad to see that Seamus Heaney passed away.  Will close with some of his lines from The Cure at Troy:

Now it's high watermark

And floodtide in the heart

And time to go...

What's left to say?

Suspect too much sweet talk

But never close your mind.

It was a fortunate wind

That blew me here. I leave

Half-ready to believe

That a crippled trust might walk

And the half-true rhyme is love.