"Delay is natural to a writer. He is like a surfer—he bides his time. Waits for the perfect wave on which to ride in. He waits for the surge (of emotion? of strength? of courage?) that will carry him along." (E.B. White, The Paris Review Interviews, 1969)
Moments of Grace
Two moments of grace during vacation.
For sport: seeing the dolphins swimming by on her childhood beach.
For me: flying over Monument Valley at 33,000 feet and immediately recognizing the monoliths that watched over my childhood (especially "Old Man").
You can't go home, but sometimes home waves to you in the distance.