Sunday, June 25, 2006

Memories of Gabon

September 29, 2003

Yesterday I had an “Annie Dillard” experience. Maybe because of her, I noticed something I would otherwise have missed. The sun was strong, a breeze was blowing, and I thought of the approaching rainy season like the respiration of the planet. She breathes in and the water is drawn up from the ground through the leaves and into the clouds. She breathes out and rains all the water down HARD, pounding it back into the ground. Breathes in—day. Breathes out—night. Most of the world’s oxygen must be produced right here, and I feel its breeze on my skin. I took a deep deep breath of pure oxygen and realized that I probably haven’t breathed that deeply in years, except to sigh.

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