Its a kite flying day, a clear sky, crisp and cold but dry and inviting. I am in Winchester and at my desk already this morning, with a full day planned but that's ok, days like this remind me how much I enjoy working at a university. All of it, the students, the teaching, the research, the people... and I have to read books for a living, can you imagine. I mean some days I have to sit in a chair with a cup of early grey, some good music on in the background and a good book open - with a notepad and pencil nearby, of course. What a chore, sometimes the days just fly by and other days they float like bubbles in Central Park. Today is not a bubble floating day but there will be more to come after Friday - and lots of them. It was Rilke who wrote:
Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the Angelic
Orders?
And even if one were to suddenly
take
me to its heart, I would vanish into its
stronger
existence.
I know how he felt when writing this - I am a very lucky boy, cloudbusting:
