11-26-17

A day off.
A drive into the mountains to reground and regroup.
Silence.
Rain following.
Shelter under pine trees.
No hurry.
Watching street lines below the passenger window turn into long linear moments.
An open window.
Shoelaces full of dozens of tiny burrs.
No soundtrack but sounds come to mind walking over a dried-up pond.
Scores of bright blue birds.
Lightning flashing in the distance.
Granite cliffs.
A friendly tarantula.
It's always the smell that gets me.