Samhain Waxing Moon of the Winter Solstice
The moon light, bright in the southern sky, casts shadows, thin skeletons of trees and shrubs splayed out upon the snow.
This Latin stuff is fun. Going back and forth among dictionaries, grammars, websites, puzzling out the verbs and the nouns, trying to fit it all together into English, peeking inside Ovid, at least reading Ovid in his native language. I know it’s weird, but I really enjoy it.
I feel about it like I feel about art history; I wish I hadn’t waited so long. On the other hand the two together give this final third of my life mental vitality. I’m only getting started.
Oh. Picked up the novel I’d set aside, about a third done. It has promise. Need to find time for it.
