Sunset: 6:27pm. Partly sunny and high of 75 degrees. It’s much too warm for October. Today I was introduced to the concept of samādhi, a rarefied state of absorption described as “falling in love with a moment.” I’ve been savoring this phrase all day: the idea of becoming hopelessly enamored by the aesthetics of a particular point in time. Maybe a shift in the light, a fleeting sense of calm, or coming upon an interesting arrangement in the city that reminds you of the wonder of belonging to a strange civilization.
I’ve also been thinking about a great sandwich I recently ate: focaccia, bresaola, parmesan, arugula, salt, and balsamic vinegar.
