I often wonder if I will ever write in such honesty that I can convey truth and pain and beauty in human experience without the obstruction of my own sense of mental propriety. I am forever re-phrasing, adding details, rounding hard edges and softening things so they seem more attractive in my ear. I would like to construct a sentence that contains the thoughtful accuracy of being " . . . grateful for the poignancy of daybreak."
I never specifically thought of daybreak as poignant before I read that in Imperfect Birds, but it is very much so. Daybreak means you have lived to see another day, passed through another night. It is a marker. How wonderfully phrased! Or to be able to express such a character as Rae, utterly wonderful but still so human, who says things like, "God loves you crazily, like I love you . . . like a slightly overweight auntie, who sees only your marvelousness and need." Goodness that's a sentiment to delight in reading and re-reading. Didn't you smile at the thought?
I'm going to the UCSC arboretum today to play amongst the trees after my mother gets off from work. How lucky I am to have seen this day break!