To Know the Dark
By Wendell Berry
To go in the dark with a light is to know the light.
To know the dark, go dark. Go without sight,
and find that the dark, too, blooms and sings,
and is traveled by dark feet and dark wings.
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We had a mostly quiet day on Wednesday, at least until the laundry sink clogged and overflowed and we had to bail out the laundry room. Paul had to work and I had a pile of chores I'd been neglecting, while Daniel and Cahaya went to lunch downtown, then to antique stores in Kensington and the Garden of Lights at Brookside. Paul and I watched the Pinstripe Bowl while working on our computers, in which Maryland delightfully defeated Virginia Tech by a substantial score.
We had leftover Greek food from my parents for dinner, and our evening started late from the laundry flood, but we watched the first episode of The Book of Boba Fett, which I absolutely adored (backstory! classic character cameos! that musician! actresses I love!) and then Under the Helmet, which we hadn't seen and taught me some fun things about Daniel Logan and Jeremy Bulloch as well as the character. Here are some more displays at the winter lights festival at Seneca Creek State Park:
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