More Than a Rock

40End-of-Season Reflections

. . . we have an interval, and then our place knows us no more. Some spend this interval in listlessness, some in high passions, the wisest, at least among “the children of this world,” in art and song. For our one chance lies in expanding that interval, in getting as many pulsations as possible into the given time.

—Walter Pater

Remnants of autumn are quickly fading from view. A few snow showers already came and went and another may visit later this week. After several weeks on the road I can fully appreciate the comfort of the large office chair, the welcoming heat radiating from the fireplace, and the serenity that settled over the town after the bustle of tourist season. Most businesses are already closed for the ...