Last week, on one of our final Indian Summer days, I biked to City Park and sat down to read Annie Dawid’s novel, York Ferry. I was on Chapter 6, and after reading the first sentence, I looked up at the October colors over the lake, and I couldn’t help thinking, “synchronicity,” a term coined by Carl Jung and defined as “the simultaneous occurrence of events that appear significantly related but have no discernible causal connection.” And I couldn’t help taking a photo of the first sentence juxtaposed with the setting right in front of me:
And then a few days later, on the last day of our Indian Summer here in Denver, I happened to get to the sentence underlined in the photo below. I just reread the whole paragraph, though, and, sadly, I was all alone and fully clothed as I read:
I am thoroughly enjoying the novel and will write more about it after I’m finished!
One more separate but related synchronicity: I’m also thoroughly enjoying the current PBS show on Masterpiece called Indian Summers, set in India during the time of Gandhi and British colonialism.