To the Tree
Having just completed a class in “To the Lighthouse,” Virginia Wolf’s classic, I do understand why the lighthouse is always there, never goes away and eternally beckons. That’s what lighthouses do. And there’s a Jeffrey pine in my life that does exactly the same thing.
Gentle Reader, you’ve heard it all before. How I never made it to the lighthouse, sorry, the pine. Not during my ambulatory life, that is. But the pine is looming still, even getting closer. Because after a modest Read more [...]