I make a splash and in I am. The shallow waters of the bay by our cottage feel cool and fresh on my skin. I shiver. A… Read more “Learning to Share My World”
Tag: Essay
On Becoming a Grain of Sand in Time (on the Colorado Plateau)
The first rays Revealing the prism Hazy ginger horizon, dusky cerulean Rusty vermillion, muddy clay Murky callous liquid, snaking along.
Whale Point Journal
Day 10 – Tuesday
Steve is up, it’s dark out, the moon finally set during the pre-dawn hours and the nautical sunrise hasn’t happened, yet.
There Goes Gravity 