lemonlights

This doesn’t render the lighting and coloring well, but the leaves, reddened by autumn, seemed blue against the grass, and the sunlight shone orange through leaves, and around the tree and the swing. This week has been an accordion, compressed into tension of art history mnemonics and all of the verbs and then relieved into dinners with the best of friends, and mouse-shaped madeleines (Mousel Proust, the joke goes), and office hours that turned into a discussion of Sanskrit philosophy, and a puppet show, and humor à la Montaigne, and it’s all turning out so wondrously.