52 Days in Mexico

My real life is only 52 days a year starting tomorrow.

Friday, July 29, 2005

Rocks Supplant The Seventh Art

sun, water, solitude

There are times when everything seems wonderful: warm sun on wet skin, laying on a cool rock, listening to trickling water, green leaves glowing golden around the edges. Time has proven its irrelevance once again. We hiked past the kingdom of tadpoles to get here. Continent-sized clouds float across the crevice of blue sky visible from within the ravine.

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