no.236 | there lay the Days between

A porch swing nocturne.

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A Night—there lay the Days between—

The Day that was Before—

And Day that was Behind—were one—

And now—'twas Night—was here—

-Emily Dickinson

No.236 was recorded this week on a breezy night on the porch. Lately, evenings feel like hyphens joining waiting days.

I often return to Dickinson, mostly because I am basic, but also for her capacious brevity.

This is the first half of the poem left in suspension to harmonize with the image and field recording.

I hope your holidays, however you take them, are full of light, warmth, and love.

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