The fifty-degree chill, the blue skies. The afternoon left open by work that finished itself sooner than planned. We took a drive along almost empty roads, increasingly horse-drawn-carriage roads. Bill had his camera. I had mine. No one bothered us.
There was one man on horseback high on a wavering hill.
There was a stubby-legged horse in a pasture of cows.
There were glints of unpicked corn in a dried-out patch.
There were pumpkins and two boys playing baseball.
There was this line of laundry hung out to dry.
I have not written any literary thing but this blog for too long now. Too much work in my head, a congestion. Today felt like the beginning of breathing. The remembering of seeing. A particle of romance.
2 Comments on Romance, last added: 10/20/2008
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So this means you're starting something new? I can't wait!
PJ, oh it will be weeks or months before I write for me again.
It's just that my brain doesn't feel quite as knotted up right now.