People tell me I should get an electric light where I read outside, and perhaps I may resort to that, but the perception of the sunlight is indispensible to the pleasure I get from the hours. When I have the time, I read words until the sun moves behind the trees and then I switch to pictures: paintings, landscapes, cities, mostly paintings. In the winter there's fewer birds, but more to the point, I'm not outside to hear them.



The birds are coming back and tonight they were wonderful.