He Had Not Successfully Escaped Into Summer Morning

Though he had gone for a walk, he had not successfully escaped into
      summer morning.

He had again known and exulted in that expansive flattening of time and being
      brought on by sun and the scent of timothy,
            by sudden twists in trails, the ringing buzz of meadow crickets,
                  and unexpected redwings.

But he had not successfully escaped into summer morning.
He had not lunged free of the idea of a walk,
      the promise of a walk, the memory of past walks and his
            involuntary and helpless comparison of this morning's
                  walk with those past. He could neither forget nor fail to anticipate.

He had failed to suffuse himself into the Day;
He had failed to extinguish his consciousness of the Whole while remaining
      a conscious unit of the Whole;
He had not successfully escaped into summer morning.


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