I love this picture. At the Hattieburg festival, Tom Barron told the story of how he finally met Madeleine L'Engle (which meeting was both forestalled and engendered through a cruel, cruel joke) and what an inspiration A Wrinkle in Time had been to him. When I was out running this afternoon, I came upon a stretch along Leverett Pond which was busy with people. I had already taken off my headphones to tell a couple that their standard poodle was so black and curly and perfectly still that I was within five feet of him before I knew whether I was looking at his face or the back of his head. So I was paying attention. And then I saw no one around me until I was passing a bench where, suddenly it seemed, a man was sitting reading the paper. I was startled and almost bumped into him. Was he a time traveler, was there a glitch in the Matrix? Or did his cloak of invisibility suddenly fail him? He was not wearing a yellow suit.