How weird is this? Right in the middle of walking to meet a friend for coffee a book title popped into my head. James Hilton’s Lost Horizon.
Out of nowhere. Why? That’s my question to you.
I first read Lost Horizon back in grade school. Don’t make me tell you how long ago that was. In those days, we were given a required reading list at the very beginning of the school year. And each time we finished a book we had to Continue reading →
Yesterday I was reminded of how much I love the very early hours of the morning. It made me wonder why I don’t get up earlier than I do each day. Right then and there, I resolved to do so. And all that happened before I was even out of bed.
It was Pete Armetta who inspired me. It was his blog post. A lovely poem about how unusually quiet the streets were; and how it was a moment to be enjoyed and savoured, while it lasted.
Can you identify with it? I can. It’s so tranquil and lovely.
The sun’s up, but the city hasn’t woken up yet. No voices. No car doors slamming shut. No engines. No trucks back firing. No dogs barking. No footsteps. No sirens. No horns. No tires screeching. No sounds of life. Not a sound. It’s absolutely still. Continue reading →