I am in here.
It occurred to me last night, listening to the wind through the open window through the bare trees on the hill opposite, that the quality of the sound must change throughout the year as the trees grow and lose their leaves. It happens so slowly that it can’t be noticed unless you’re listening for it … Continue reading Sound
Foot’s getting better, though, according to the doctor, the soft tissues could be healing a little faster. That’s what fun in LA gets you: a swollen foot. Buck called this morning – they’re in Amsterdam, having successfully, and stylishly, conquered their mountain. Eight days up, one down. Kilimanjaro a memory for the kid now. 17 … Continue reading Foot
There were never strawberries like the ones we had that sultry afternoon sitting on the step of the open french window facing each other your knees held in mine the blue plates in our laps the strawberries glistening in the hot sunlight we dipped them in sugar looking at each other not hurrying the feast … Continue reading Strawberries
The dog is outside, barking at the deer, and at nothing in particular. She’s afraid of the deer; if they come too close, she won’t bark at all. She has a good memory for other animals. One morning, a year or so ago, she ran outside in the morning to find a raccoon snacking on … Continue reading nighttime
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