I know I will miss these mornings. I know I will dream of their early light and warmth once we move a bit further around the sun, pulling her into a new stretch of our sky; a lower one. Once the leaves have started to drop themselves onto the cement sidewalks where I walk, imprinting themselves into the path below my feet. It won’t be too long before a small hue of cold colors the air, and from there Continue reading
I am sitting in the middle of clutter all about. Sage chews her new bone with loud intent. Strange music comes from the other room. Kids playing at the park chatter up the remaining silent spaces of this room.
I am in the process of Continue reading
This past weekend, Katy came to town and we hit the road for round 2 of the motorhome, this time with Sage along for the ride. Continue reading
The kids of summer play at the park just out behind my back yard. Sage rests easily in the orangey-green grass. My coffee has not ended yet today, and I always get excited when I have more left in the pot. Five cups a day, usually done by 1.
Substance of ideas flood my mind, saturating into the fibers of it, staining my thoughts. The thoughts are colorful and woven erratically, and I must simply trust they will Continue reading