I enjoyed Lea's letter to Mr. Harkness, some 1882-ish astronomer who wrote about the transit of Venus.
I love repeating astronomical events. It's like passing a certain point on a trip coming and going, with many years between, and it's as if all those years fold and the two points in time meet.
Hello! Mr. Harkness! Hello! Hello, people of 1882! Hello from the 21st century!
Thinking about "the last telegraph station in the U.S." I wonder if telegraph is common elsewhere, still.
Everyone's asleep. Ahh, peace at last, today.
I'm still reading but going to take a break to meditate. It is a strange thing to do to set aside time to watch my thoughts and feelings without writing them down, trying NOT to verbalize them, or just sort of letting go of them. It does seem to be about practicing detachment. At other times, detachment is what I'm trying to kill. But it's useful and comforting.
I love Lea for travelling back in time -- sending tender, fierce, funny letters to the dead!