Friday, August 24, 2012

Week in Seven Words #133

I love summer nights, after it's rained earlier and the air is soft and balmy. I could walk for miles on nights like these.

Blotchy red roses and delicate purple flowers on display along Amsterdam Avenue.

A spell of cathartic writing, where I pour out all the simmering anger and shape it into something useful.

Lunch hour: Shakshouka with haloumi cheese, a corner table, and a good book.

Struck by the number of strangers around me - people I'll never know, who brush up against my life as I brush against theirs when we dodge past each other on a crowded sidewalk.

An unspoken "let's pretend it never happened" instead of a spoken "I'm sorry."

I haven't played chess since childhood but all it takes is a few games and I start to see the connections again between the pieces. Instead of sending them out in disjointed short-sighted moves, I start to get how one can protect another, how they can operate in tandem to pose a threat to and capture opponent pieces. I have fun rediscovering all of this.


Gregory Slomba said...

Hi Hila! Thanks for following my blog. I'm now following yours. It's really neat. I think it's a great idea to sum up your week in seven words--very interesting!

HKatz said...

Thanks; your idea of interviewing different literary characters on your blog is quite fun.

naida said...

I like the image you create with unfathomable. And *sigh* about unresolved, that so often happens I think.

HKatz said...

Thanks, Naida. And I agree about unresolved... pride and not wanting to seem weak play a huge part in it.