I haven't had a moment of "oh yes, this is spot on" in a long time and while I've been enjoying Seth Greenland's Shining City, it wasn't until the revelatory end that I arrived at this pasage:
"It must be glorious to exist in the eternal present, Marcus thought, as he watched the littled dog dig a hole. He wished he had faith. He envied those who did, and the blissful afterlife they were promised. In the meantime, this was the dirty world in which he found himself, the moist field on which he played; this realm of animal and mineral, salt, iron, water, dust, light, desire, and darkness. He'd seen it up close, tasted it, felt it in his pores. It was the essence, bountiful and life-giving, and human beings wanted to touch it, wanted to live, to stretch their spines, arch their backs, and, arms spread, face the sun, fingertips reaching upward toward the eternal sky. But they needed to go to school, to work, to make money, to raise families, to bury the dead. He understood. He knew."
I suspect that many are feeling this unique brand of desire mixed with harsh reality at the moment. The beauty of this passage, though, is that it resonates in any time, any place. It strikes me as a dreamy example of damn good writing.