Guess What?

I'm sitting by an open window at 10:37 p.m. with a fan in front of it, and the air is wonderful. I am amazed. After class I took a walk with Pat and we walked at a clip, it was so refreshing. A perfect night. Stars galore. Crickets chirping, no traffic.
This wind on my legs is my personal legend. See I am no good with metaphor. That is why I will never be a very good writer. A practical writer, maybe. But not a good one.

Madz, is that what the shepherd was pursuing in The Alchemist? I gave the book back this morning and couldn't look it up: personal legend? Finally finished it last night. I did write down a couple of phrases from the book I liked:

Your eyes show the strength of your soul.
Everyday was there to be lived or to make one's departure from this world.