Tuesday, June 16, 2009
It was 109 degrees in Sanlucar and I felt blissfully well. Advancing years - possibly this is a portent of my ultimate destination - have made me inordinately fond of intense heat. I feel at 120 degrees I would at last become at one with my body. Great heat seems to be its own justification, filling the minutes with purpose and meaning. Sweat stains are badges of belonging.
Posted by Bryan Appleyard at 8:54 am