And yes, the feeling of the entire time was extraordinary.
At some point during this onrushing glory, I posted, as a sort of aside, that I was considering the idea of changing the tagline for this blog from “Bridging Above and Below” to “Blending Above and Below,” and a day or so later, did change it, by including rather than choosing: “Bridging/Blending Above and Below.”
On Sunday, the final day of this astonishing adventure, just prior to being hurtled over the Moon by the still unfolding Edward Snowden saga that is ripping the mask off whatever official hypocrisy remained, I took a walk. InDiana! And, apparently, expanded to greet the light.
Only I didn’t know it. Not only had I forgotten that I had written those words, and hadn’t noticed the exhortation to myself implied in them, but I didn’t see what was clearly visible in a photo I took and posted yesterday when I wrote up the walk.
Last night, in the middle of a dramatic thunderstorm that woke me up, I noticed that a reader had commented:
“Did you fail to notice the diaphanous man that is floating in the center upper third of your photograph? The face is so clear.”