Vacations have a way of setting
you right. As the recent one did the past two weeks for M and me.
Below is a sample of a piece of
writing done at poolside under early-evening sun amid the head-swimming smell
of jasmine.
(The “jasmine bit” retops a
beloved quote that I found this year that is credited to Confucius, asked how
he would like to be remembered.)
“He would be so impassioned that
the scent of sun-bloom jasmine would cast away his hunger for food, so joyous that
he would forget to worry, and he would coast into old age without noticing time passing by.”
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