Wednesday, June 1, 2011
The Last Day of May
I sat with the comfortable shadows of the last evening of May.
I had opened all the windows in my second-floor apartment.
I did not turn on the lamps.
In the quiet after dinner I began to read next to a window.
Putting down the book, I let an hour pass while I thought:
What is the right question I should be asking myself these days?
I have reached a point in my life when there is no more important consideration.
You are a fortunate men to have reached this point.
June 4, 2011 at 12:16 AM
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