Just finished Death Comes for the Archbishop yesterday. Beautiful. I loved this passage:
"The ride back to Santa Fe was something under four hundred miles. The weather alternated between blinding sand-storms and brilliant sunlight. The sky was as full of motion and change as the desert beneath it was monotonous and still,--and there was so much sky, more than at sea, more than anywhere else in the world. The plain was there, under one's feet but what one saw when one looked about was that brilliant blue world of stinging air and moving cloud. Even the mountains were mere ant-hills under it. Elsewhere the sky is the roof of the world; but here the earth was the floor of the sky. The landscape one longed for when one was far away, the thing all about one, the world one actually lived in, was the sky, the sky!"
I also had the suspicion and it was confirmed this evening that my personality type which used to be solidly ENFP is now INFP. How have I become an introvert? When exactly did it happen? I felt it, but I was reluctant to acknowledge it. And how is it that Peter's is ENTJ?
May will be a busy month, but I hope to spend lots of time working in the garden, watching the chickens, listening to music, drinking deliciously herby cocktails, reading good books and writing more poems.