On this brisk, rainy morning, I rose and made a pot of coffee. I sat down at my kitchen table with Annie Dillard’s Pilgrim at Tinker Creek. I randomly opened the small volume and my eyes fell on the following words.
“There is a muscular energy in sunlight … ”
She goes on to describe horsepower generated by the sun on earth and ends the paragraph with the following sentence that made me close the book, not wanting to read anymore until these words had fully sunk into my brain.
“These “horses” heave in every direction, like slaves building pyramids, and fashion, from the bottom up, a new and sturdy world.”
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