1/26/10: Gutes Essen

We were blessed with German guests. Two women arrived in the darkness last night, turning the screw in a fateful construction. I convinced them to stall their trip to the South Point until this afternoon, once we returned from work. All day in the fields I let visions of cliffs dance in my mind. We were all there, finally, soaking in the last strands of sunlight. It is so powerful to see the sun slip off the horizon, as though it were holding on by fingertips, and then the colors fall behind it. The German women were insistent on cooking us dinner tonight, which no one protested. Immediately eggs and spinach, olives and cucumbers, and surprisingly passion fruit and vinegar all joined fingers and danced through the kitchen. I was giggling all through the meal, just sheerly ecstatic at what our barren lifestyle had suddenly become.