Strands of silk float through the air underneath a canopy of oak trees…strands that only came into focus when I adjusted my gaze.
I stand there watching a meteor shower in May. I am in the middle of it.
The sun remained a distant orange globe all day as it moved across smokey skies. I spent most of the day inside with a dog who could not understand my explanations for such a sedentary Sunday.
A blanket of snow covers the ground
Covers the smells
Covers the sounds
Rendering the familiar foreign as I look around
The alien landscape
Confounds my senses
Disorients me
Then melts
Discovering granite boulders
Ducking through manzanita groves
Dodging the lunging…