Monthly Archives: March 2023
rhyme + rhythm
I like the rhyme on the sign. I like the rhythm of the utility poles. I like the amount of sky. I like the desert. I like those mountains down the way. I like the slightly back-lit effect on the flag.
I am less a fan of RVs. But they aren’t even in the photo, so according to my official record of the place, there’s a chance they don’t even exist…
all the days we’ve been apart
I saw ghosts that day.
The first one was when I turned (randomly, I thought at first) down a ranch road. A wave of memories of one of my best friends from high school and college almost swept me away the very second I made the turn; I guess I thought I knew the things that resided in my memory but I was wrong. And then I saw the house where my friend’s grandparents used to live. I know it was the same house; I could feel it. I had made previous efforts to find it before, but it wasn’t until I wasn’t looking for it that it appeared to me. As I drove by, slowly, I acknowledged the ghosts that I had stirred up.
Later, I went to the town where my adult-life best friend lived. She died almost two years ago, and I am still staggered by the loss. I had lunch at a place we’d gone to before. Then I drove by the house where she’d lived (and where she died); her husband’s truck was in the driveway and I recognized some of his things in the yard. I stopped, briefly, and nodded sadly through my tears at the ghosts who were still there.
It was not the day I expected to have, but it was the day I got.
light comes at you sideways
If you live in an arid region*, obviously your chances to see a harbor with reflections of boats (Or ships? Maybe I’m supposed to say “ships”?) are non-existent. Good thing I was traveling with people who live near water and could explain some stuff to me. (Except when to say “ship” and when to say “boat.” They probably assumed I knew.)
*Like, for example, Lubbock, Texas.
a walking lunch
sometimes there are too many contrasts
There was a lot going on here.
It was the first night of my long-anticipated, often-delayed trip to Cuba. I was trying to settle in to what I was seeing and feeling. The contrasts (in both of those things) left me feeling unsettled, and it was a feeling that stayed with me the whole I time I was there.