A trip to Mentor Headlands last Wednesday afternoon yielded an unexpected gift of the landscape. The beach east of the Headlands has transformed since my last visit over twenty-five years ago. Low dunes have developed as a root system of grass has created a carpet where dunes can form.
Rolling, richly textured fields of switchgrass bend to rhythms of lake wind, catching light and emotion, bringing to mind the sense of “Saudade”, a cultural constituent deeply embedded in Portuguese and Spanish art and music (Fado) and a perfect word for the nostalgia sweeping the nation in this moment. We, many of us, long for the recent past, one that now seems distant and possibly never the same, never attainable. The lighthouse (Fairport Harbor) just over the horizon is leading us metaphorically, paradoxically, back to the light.