The skies here look a bit like this at dawn.

There are a few wildfires burning close by and the monsoons have made their entry with a suitcase full of cloud formations.

My dog presses close in as thunder wreaks havoc.

And I shut my eyes to smell the sweetness of dampened blacktop and fat sage.

Twice this morning I’ve written what felt like good and solid words here.

And twice their lives were cut short.

It is a sign I need simplicity and spareness as my medicine today.

I will share it with you..


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