Spring Summer 2020
Late summer she is gleaming down upon us all; her fruit sweetly picked under clouds resting higher in the cooler skies above. Streams trickle elsewhere and their whispers carry on the seldom wind. The towns and streets are emptying and dogs roam freely panting but silent. Out in the fields the colors are golden and gentle here you can watch West meet East and East meet West and then West is East and then East is West, North, South, Time are motionless and stationary drying in the heat. Dusk pulls her weary shoulders down to rest beside, lending her long arms of light, caressing the silk and throwing shapes amidst the dust and denim, a harlequin moon winks, all is warm and warm is good.