Chariots and Clouds

When my husband and I were bicycling this weekend, he brought up a sentence on the first page of my book in process. "The mud-bricks under her bare feet hummed the way they did when chariots clattered toward the palace."

Peter said, "I know you've never lived in a palace and I don't think you've ever heard a chariot, so how did you get to that humming floor?"

It's a kind of physical imagination, I said. It's what we do in life when we exercise compassion, or really try to feel myself into ano...