I am tallest in the morning when the light melts everything into sharp, golden relief. So is everyone. The mountain looked so blue today that I thought for a moment that I was wearing polarized sunglasses. I wasn’t! – It was just deep and navy on its own. And the clouds that bruised the sky […]
Tag Archives: New Mexico
Things are mighty quiet back here after the raucous cacophony of horns, voices, laughter, music, life I left in New York City last week. But here is where the wind lives, the popping of fall grasshoppers into bushes as you go by, the scraping of gravel underfoot, the crack of a raven’s call as it splits the […]
26 days ago I left to drive east. While driving for four days out, three days back, and elsewhere in-between, I grabbed a pen and threw thoughts haphazardly into my cheery, red Moleskin anytime the mood struck me, writing precariously with the steering wheel for a desk. Sometimes I marked the time; oftentimes I did […]