Something magical about moments of morning idleness in idyllic spots. Surely they allow some quiet clean up of over-burdened minds, or just some simple reprieve from restless strivings?
But still, leisure has its rewards here as well: idle mornings of meditation in upper rooms and saunters through a maze of towers and now, lying and smoking after a happy sleep in the cave-like shadow of a carob tree.
‘Saunter’, lovely word, reminds me of one I recently learned in Italian: ‘gironzolare’, to stroll about.
Source: Patrick Leigh Fermor, Mani: Travels in the Southern Peloponnese, introduction by Michael Gorra (New York: New York Review of Books, 2006 (1958)), p. 189
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