April 29, 2008
Well, here it is.
At least, one of many definitions and examples.
We all seek it, don’t we?
You never hear someone say, “I want you to be unclear with me” or,
“Unclearly, Alex loves her environment.”
I am constantly amazed at just how nakedly clear the water is between the shore by my house and little Turn Island. It’s even clear in the harbor, where all the man-made floating objects, otherwise referred to as boats, might suggest a murkier outcome, what with bilges and engines and pump-outs and who-knows-what.
On an afternoon like this, where rain and sunshine compete with each other for meteorological control over my life, their battle is my reward.
Clarity. Stunningly beautiful clarity.