With the Lamp Turned Low

Meer over het boek

I sit near the window that looks out upon the yard and the trees beyond. I sit here calm and determined to see what is left of the day into darkness. In one hand I hold a book which I have read often, one which gives me comfort just to hold. In the other I hold my glasses which at times look as if they belong to someone else. How easily this room takes to darkness. - from "The Empty Mirror"