Peace Like A River


It was a wide river, mistakable for a lake or even an ocean unless you'd been wading and knew its current. Somehow I'd crossed it... Now I saw the stream regrouped below, flowing on through what might've been vineyards, pastures, orhards... It flowed between and alongside the rivers of people; from here it was no more than a silver wire winding toward the city. - Leif Enger, Peace Like A River

Tuesday, August 03, 2004

Was quite humid last night. I think the dew point got up over 70. After supper, the kids went running through the sprinklers in the back yard. Hanna was kinda whiny again at times.

Lately John has liked unhooking Ellie's leash in the front yard, having someone hold the other end of it, and then go running around the house.

Am reading a novel called Amsterdam by Ian McEwan. The book won the Booker Prize a few years ago. I also ordered (used copies) of two other Booker winners, The Remains of the Day and Rites of Passage. Am looking forward to them as well.

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