Again it’s been a long time since I’ve written here. Life goes on, day after day after day. Virginia is green green green. Vines crawl on top of the trees making a thick impenetrable wall along the beltway. The cars continue to plug up the roads every morning and evening, like a drain that’s way too small. Trees close the tops of parkways and it’s a bit of a mystery how it all happens so fast. Where does it come from and where does it all go?
It’s been a busy summer. All five days of it. It’s remarkably pleasant and I keep expecting but quietly hoping against the intolerable steamer days that welcomed me last summer.
I have a new zip code. I’m now inside the beltway – closer to the city, the urban trail, the Metro. The apartment is small, the floors creaky, but it feels homey. Plenty of room for the bikes and the books. I even have a back porch and a screen door with a hook and eye lock. A leftover from the pre-deadbolt era.
Summer vacation may be limited to a motorcycle ride to Montana through the pages of Zen. It’s always a good ride, with emphasis on the “good.” How does one take vacation from living the dream?
Of course, the laws of science contain no matter and have no energy either and therefore do not exist except in people’s minds. It’s best to be completely scientific about the whole thing and refuse to believe in either ghosts or the laws of science. That way you’re safe. That doesn’t leave you very much to believe in, but that’s scientific too. ~Robert Pirsig, in Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance