In memoriam Milan Kundera, brother in word and thought: "There is no perfection, only life"
In these days of extreme heat, the best hours of a day are just before dawn, at the lake.
Preferably with a kayak. Now that the big summer holidays are done, the water is all mine, midweek, at these early hours.
I tithe by picking up the litter left by the previous day's revelers (a word, which, by the way, my iPhone thinks does not exist. Wants me to change it to "resellers")
"Anyone whose goal is 'something higher' must expect someday to suffer vertigo. What is vertigo? Fear of falling? No, Vertigo is something other than fear of falling. It is the voice of the emptiness below us which tempts and lures us, it is the desire to fall, against which, terrified, we defend ourselves."
"A person who longs to leave the place where he lives is an unhappy person"
All italicized quotations above are from The Unbearable Lightness of Being. Yes, my paperback copy is quite underlined. I did that in those days. The subsequent 40 years of (mostly) public librarianship cured me of the book vandalism habit.
Recommended Reading: the two Milan Kundera novels:
The Unbearable Lightness of Being 1984
The Book of Laughter and Forgetting 1979