Sinuous Rills


The sun is out, expected high of 9C; there was a deep frost last night. Frost seems like an autumn event, not something suitable for the Spring. I’m listening to the Rolling Stones, the Spider and the Fly on Their Satanic Majesties Request.

Today’s to do’s include finalizing plans for changes we want to make to our bedroom closet.

We visited some friends in Waterloo yesterday. I met them 27 years ago. She worked at NCR, her husband was a post doc in physics. They lived in the married students residents. He’s now associate dean of physics, she has cancer. They have two daughters. The oldest born within a month of our oldest and the second born at least the same year as our second. We must have gone to the same parties. We see each other quite a bit less frequently, but we stay in touch.

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree :
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.
So twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were girdled round :
And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree ;
And here were forests ancient as the hills,
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.[1]

As I reflected on the meeting I thought of Coleridge’s line of sinuous rills and the image of interleaving paths; the clear crisp threads of cool clean waters woven together to form a larger tributary into what may be a sunless sea.

Paint it Black is now playing.


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