When the bright light shines down on Bascom Hill, even the snowman there looks good.
In the last semester, after my last class, Ed and I would meet at Paul’s café where I would re-energize myself for the remaining working hours of the day. We’re trying something different this winter: before the daylight fades, we’ll do a quick spin on the trails just to the east of the farmhouse. That’s the re-energizing moment. After, we’ll end the day at Paul’s, even if that means grabbing the final coffee when the light is long gone.
It’s a tough schedule to follow, but we’re trying. And today, we pulled it off.
True, the ski break was awkwardly icy. There’s not enough snow out there. And, there were places, adventurous places, where the trail spun downhill toward Lake Waubesa and I wondered whether Ed, or indeed either one of us, would be able to steer clear of the not quite fully frozen waters. You can’t quite stop on a downhill stretch, when that stretch is completely iced over.
In the end though, we were happy to be moving again. And we made it to Paul’s, just before he closed. Hi Paul. Back in Jerez, there was this artisan, making a little clay flute called the ocarina...
When I read your entry on the ocarina, I googled it and almost bought my own! But at the last minute, I reflected and remembered that I probably would get it and just look at it for 10 years before trying to play it, so I didn't. But I was tempted. I loved your little video of the ocarina player.
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