At dawn, they ride again . . . . . . My life starts again. Be well! – SAWK
Tag Archives: San Fidel
A string of July days – precisely 15 of them – have blown by with the help of hot, summer sun sliding across deep blue, clouds that bring rain and clouds that don’t, hours at work, hours at home, hours with seltzer water, chatter, and wine. Why so fast, Summer? If your lengthy days weren’t […]
In the desert, it isn’t sounds that you awake to like it is back east. In the forest, the birds are your alarm, chirping and twittering increasingly until the rest of us creatures stretch, bleary-eyed, but upright. In the city, it is others that wake you, shuffling and moving, the slow close of early morning car […]
When you live alone in a lonely place, you start to notice things. Each of these things is quiet, and – like with you and everything else that breathes and doesn’t – the wind rushes through and around them. All goes slow or still. Dusklight – the only shadowy movement in the bedroom – crossing […]
The end of May and this month of June shone hot, yellow sun on many faces. And I took those faces, and held them, and kissed so many of them before sheltering them in memory and turning them black and white. Be well. – SAWK