Telling: Streams & Logs


June 10 - lbk

Something about lying down in the heat of afternoon with the whir of a fan to lull you and no other sound but the distant murmur of traffic. The cottonwood came down thick today, populating the distance like snow in a blizzard. The ground is furred with it. On the stairs, clouds of it swirl in the wind of our passing. There are drifts of it in the tub.