Stealing a moment

I am stealing a moment of quiet reflection. I close my eyes. I hear. I feel. ..through the headache and constant humming of the air conditioning, projector or noise from the next room.. there is calm.

I just read some of Zumthor's Atmospheres. Page 17 opened up as if it wanted me to read. 

Having just given a lecture on Spatial Analysis, encouraging students to engage with space through interacting and experimenting with the use and perception of space, page 17 proved the  relevance to my (often questioned by others) task. 

Time to write again

Clearing away the obligatory, mandatory and mundane, getting ready to write again.