gangel world

supposed to be winter but indeed is still spring fires of the heart burn heavy and unyielding I think of colder days and stirring the snow unlikely to see it again for a while prairies hillsides trees and oceans not allowed to become what they are these, our hopeful days, try to break free

day at ocean beach before fires up north wishing it were not the heat or smoke or humans that set off the hell for others but it is all of that and more...end of one time, beginning of another I am starting the book with T. again...roaming through our own universe inquiries about time and space do not offer answers but do not take away either this ambiguity this clarity only walking the edge of the earth will take me to both territories