Tonight, as has been the case for most of the day, I sit in my green chair, within view of the green trees, and I grade and grade and grade. And the work is good. Some of the work is even excellent. And so it is in no way a frustration to have the work to do, only a longer stretch in one sitting than I usually spend, particularly in these attention-diffused days.
And that's when I see the difference the leaves are making when the sun sets. Somehow, over the course of this last month, as I've moved from meeting to meeting to class to interview to meeting to interview to dinner, I've missed the precise moment when the budding branches became the leafed woods. Now my apartment is shaded and green, cooled all day long by breeze-ripple. Now the sunset lasts three hours, glittering all along its going.