Prose from one of my favorite authors.

I was just reading along and then came this line that stopped me in my tracks:

"Boundaries of dream take human shape, there when our bodies begin their warm imagining."

The book is by Ivan Doig, it happens this time to be a non-fiction book, and the line above about his mother meeting his father.

Even so, I posted it here since he normally writes fiction, and his prose is why I love his books. So, I hope I'll be permitted/forgiven this wee bit of meandering.