…so runs the middle line of a marvelous Merwin poem published in March in the New Yorker.

And so water splashed down the middle of my day, cleansing, replacing.

I opened the door to watch colors washing, the drops marring the stillness of the pool a few steps from my door;

but then, flashes of red circling underneath and I knew I would be all right:

Wishing you moments of rain, of light, and of knowing from the magic cottage–

1. Antony Loewenstein:
   August 10th, 2008 at 10:51 pm

   And equally fine wishes from the unseasonably warm winter down under.
   Why ever leave the magic cottage, indeed.

2. Amanda:
   August 11th, 2008 at 10:30 am

   Oh, I love these photographs… really beautiful, Kristen.

3. Kristen:
   August 11th, 2008 at 10:46 am

   Thanks, Antony, the good karma is circling in the pool and the globe. It is hard to leave the magic cottage sometimes.

   Amanda, so glad you think so. More reflections from the area outside my door to come…

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