01/19/2024
I’m reading through War and Peace.
Its long worded, rustling and vanillin scented pages bringing me so much solace through these long, lonely, cold months. It’s pointing me into lives I’ve only dreamed about in another time, but aren’t a much different a world than my own, really. The beauty, and balls, wealth and war…far off in history but not so distant from my own little lifetime…the snow, and life; friendship and sadness and disappointment and realization and changing of things… not far at all from mine.
And again, literature, beautiful words with a flickering fire… somewhere… is a thing that anchors a human soul, to time, to place, to ponder, to grace. Even in the midst of winter and desolation.
