Tuesday, December 1, 2020
We took an exquisite walk on Barn Island today, rambling along the stony trails with November splendor all around us.
There seemed to be perfection wherever I looked. There was the long, lovely marshland, of course, and there were brambles and vines and old leaning trees and sloppy mud and countless strangely-shaped stones and a peculiar, primitive hut and not a single beautiful bird – but there was perfection in all of it, including, of course, the excellence of the partnership of we two wandering walkers. I felt like we were in friendship with this silent and flawless island this morning, and I know we both felt thankful to be part of the customary Barn Island magnificence.
IN PERFECTION 11/12/18 In Perfection, PA, every day seems ideal. Even people’s faults seem flawless, as if selfishness is always second-to-none selfishness and sorrows are quintessential sorrows. Somehow, each sunrise seems unexcelled, and people praise the unsurpassable appropriateness of every single present moment. To the residents of Perfection, even a wildly stormy day is too good to be true, and their kind of boredom is beyond compare. If you visit Perfection, PA, be ready for thorough-going thoughts, and then immaculate memories when you get home.