Sunday, December 10, 2006
A moment yellow, just as four years later, when my father returned home from the war, the moment of greeting him, as he stood at the bottom of the stairs, younger, thinner than when he had left, was purple-though moments are no longer so colored. Somewhere, in the background, rooms share a pattern of small roses. Pretty is as pretty does.
-Lyn Hejinian (From My Life)