The Cloud Lifts

Sometimes you think you know

where you are 

in a story

but then

a cloud descends

and you're no longer sure:

Is this the right setting?

What's down there in that valley?

What is going to happen?

Why can't I see . . .?

You walk from one room

to the next

You wash a dish or two

and then

The cloud lifts!

It's a miracle.

You know where you are.

You know where you're going.

At least for the time being . . .

xx

Land of Bloomability and Unfinished Angel, continued

If you continue past the Herman Hesse museum

(see previous post)

you will come to a stone arch

that connects two buildings

a path leads you through the arch

and down a short slope

you round a curve

the trees part

and then

you see

this:

You can hardly believe your eyes.

You have to sit there

on a red bench

and 

breathe deeply.

Such a world!

xx

Switzerland and Bloomability

I'm back in Switzerland

in the land of Bloomability

and The Unfinished Angel

coming and going

one foot here

one foot in the States

for the next two years.

Above photo is from one of my favorite walks

through the village of Montagnola

past the small Herman Hesse museum.

Below is a close-up of Hesse's typewriter

in that second-story window:

Something quite charming

about that black typewriter

with white paper

ready to be filled

with

words

. . .

xx