being rivers and roads away from the one my heart seeks.
White like a cloistered nun.
You have the strength to defeat giants. Maybe it’s time
We all return to ash.
The cheerful ringing of the chimes outside my door wakes me. Sitting up I yawn languidly and think pleasant thoughts of coffee, scones, and my hike through El Yunque National Forest. It seems ages since I drifted into this memory, floating still in my head like a balloon without a string. It was quite a trekContinue reading “5:45 the Writer Wakes: El Yunque”