This morning I noticed two suns, the one rising over the ocean and the buildings of South Beach, already tinting the clouds with pink and pale yellow, and the sun in Diane Churchill's painting, which was influenced by the landscape and atmosphere of Mojacar in Southern Spain, where I first met her.
It's warmer today after an unusual cold spell. This is the first time in ten years that we have turned on the heat. No, we did once, to test it. The newspapers published pictures of Florida strawberries encased in ice. Now the temperature is rising.
I've brought home some marvelous books from the Miami Beach Library:
The Writer's Brush: Paintings, Drawings, and Sculpture by Writers
The Places In Between, an account of walking through Afghanistan by Rory Stewart
The Essays of Leonard Michaels
Images of the Holy Mother by Jacqueline Orsini
When I walk into an American public library I feel proud and delighted to be a citizen of our republic.