Leafing through a poetry book, I misread a Wallace Stevens line.

I read it, "Her mind has made me round." What he wrote was, "Her mind has bound me round." Different in meaning, and he's probably talking about an island--in his poem "Farewell to Florida."

Meanwhile, back in my life, I am walking around a peninsula with a person, and her mind is making me round. Spacious. The peninsula opens into a continent.