Almost All

I want to talk about happiness and well-being, about those rare, unexpected moments when the voice in your head goes silent and you feel at one with the world.

I want to talk about the early June weather, about harmony and blissful repose, about robins and yellow finches and bluebirds darting past the green leaves of trees.

I want to talk about the benefits of sleep, about the pleasures of food and alcohol, about what happens to your mind when you step into the light of the two o'clock sun and feel the warm embrace of air around your body.

I want to remember the cerulean dusks, the languorous, rosy dawns, the bears yelping in the woods at night.

I want to remember it all.  If all is too much to ask, then some of it.  No, more than some of it.  Almost all.  Almost all, with blanks reserved for the missing parts.

The Brooklyn Follies, Paul Auster

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