Anna

Student life, reappearing like something out of 16th century Flanders...the dull homespun and worn heel, cloth the color of earth--brought together on a gray concrete floor, with only the tubular leg of a modern factory chair--a whisp of metal--to break the spell...

Weeks later, just before Thanksgiving, at an intersection near San Pablo--a figure on a bicycle, a woman with heavy load...heading uphill towards school. Also Anna...