Listening to Grasshoppers

Numerous possible post titles ran through my head as I made one of my regular sojourns to town after work; lofty, abstract ones that might have something to do with eternal hope, unexplainable yet conscious joy, surpassing peace, a word, in a word, music, or gasp, dare I mention love in all of this. I settled for this one instead because it's the title of the Field Reports of Democracy, essays by Arundhati Roy, the author of my favourite world lit, booker prize winning text. Nevertheless, what pointed me in the initial trajectory was a certain paragraph in a certain document that has so far been all at once a burning coal and luminous elixir. Ahh, July. I do hope it turns out to be a good month, the beginning of the rest of your life and all that jazz.