– While volunteering at your local recycling drop-off center (next to the Mining Museum), and sorting through all the plastic bottles left by those who couldn’t come during manned hours, it is quite a bummer to realize that 1) the small, clear, and greenish #4 phial in your hand is not recyclable at this location, and 2) it is a Summer’s Eve personal douche container. Fail.
– There are bright, unexpected moments that catch you in a flash, like sitting in a hot car – an oven with wheels, surrounded by sun and slow-moving air – and then opening a water bottle to briefly note the swift scent of rain under its cap. It mimics exactly the fresh smell of a cool morning after grey clouds shower the ground during sunset the night before.
– Colors of things in this landscape that are black or brown or green turn blue or gold or orange at the slightest, lightest provocation.
– There is little more simultaneously satisfying and unsatisfying than to finish a good book, a loved one . . . It is like waiting, waiting, waiting for vacation only to know it will soon end, or scratching an aching itch and by doing so, knowing it will hurt once you stop scratching. Fulfillment and disappointment skipping hand in hand.
– Is there anything more perfect than something perfect, but not contrived?
– Water is life! – You learn this from the desert. And like everyone else does here – when they ask in church or when they dance in swirling colors and feathers on top of the mesa – you pray for rain.
– Upright puppy tails circling your bed at 6:30a on a Sunday are enemy periscopes, ever-vigilant, ready to mark the exact moment that your feet touch the floor, thus notifying their vessels to let the morning onslaught begin. If you haven’t been licked to death by the black one or pawed to death by the brindle as you stumble through rough, morning waters on your way to coffee, you may just win the battle today, soldier.
– Today is a day of purple flowers, clouds stretched intermittently across the dawn sky like a thin, white, crocheted blanket, and dark, dusky drapes of oncoming rain – or at least the hope of it.
And – considering that it is the 1st of July – let’s have a tribute to the dog days of summer.
Be well. Send rain!
– SAWK
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