ABSTRACT
It’s early morning. I sit at the computer to write. As is my ritual, before I begin, I take in and lock in my mind the view of the lake framed by the window. The air, various hues of shimmering gray, silhouettes a white cranelike bird (a heron). A car rolls by; the bird, “con l’ali alzate e ferme” (wings raised high and poised), glides away through the air.
