7.21.2008

silhouetteWalk down the road every night to where it ends in a little tiny beach. Pass country mailboxes, grazing deer, bicycle-riding kids; cross the road when the path veers from one side to the other; just to get there. Wait, look, wait, look. Walk back down the road, towards home, in the nautical twilight.

1 comment:

kc said...

Hi M! Your picture reminded me of one I took the other day on my bike ride home, so I put it up on flickr. Queen Anne's Lace and mountains!

August 7, 2008 at 12:55 PM

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