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  • This was love at first sight, love everlasting:
    a feeling unknown, unhoped for, unexpected--in
    so far as it could be a matter of conscious
    awareness; it took entire possession of him,
    and he understood, with joyous amazement,
    that this was for life.

    Thomas Mann







    I'm sitting here sipping lemon-ginger tea in a tiny bistro on the Piazza San Marco. Sunset. Everything swimming in glowing, glorious golden light. Puddles on the pavement catch the soft yellows and ambers. I'm sitting here sipping some lemon-ginger tea in a tiny bistro on the Piazza San Marco. A golden world. An afterlife. (Where is Thomas Mann when I need him?) In the distance, delicate little bites of a Mozart opera. Even the handmade glass cup I am drinking from catches the light and plays with it. Butterfly wings. Dragonfly eyes. So I am drinking from this Midsummer Night's Dream cup, but it is not midsummer, it is February. Back to this cup. As I write to you I am holding this glass cup up to the golden light, up to the smoldering last seconds of another dreamlike Venetian day. In this glass cup, I watch great lavender-gold waves breaking, or are those hills? I see a giant squid swimming up through a mist of bronze-green light. But the light fools me! Now it shifts into a rich pink-purple. Have you ever smelled lemon-ginger tea? The lemons are from Portugal, the ginger is from Sri Lanka. Suddenly, the light is gone, and I am now writing to you by one small, poor candle that flickers in the rising midwinter wind. Buona notte, Amore Mio, buona notte!






    (Edited 5-10-12)





    (Photograph by Alex in Pillars of Hercules, in the 3-D virtual world of Second Life)
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