Does anyone remember James Michener? Amazing author of such works as Tales of the South Pacific, Caravans, Centennial, Chesapeake, and my favorite, The Drifters. His were among the first truly great novels that I read as a fresh-faced young woman, dreaming of travel, romance and adventure. He remains an inspiration to me and I just love how he turned a phrase. I hope you enjoy this snippet from The Drifters:
The world is but a place of shadows. The guest pauses but a few nights and departs confused, never knowing for sure where he has been. Beyond the horizon he feels certain he will find a better city, a fairer prospect, a more sonorous group of singing companions. But when his camels are tethered he will find himself engaged with still yet another set of shadows.
If you have never read any of his work, do it now. You’re welcome.