It’s a cool grey morning. Hints of blue are emerging to push the clouds aside but the heat of the afternoon is for now a vague promise.
All tagged America
California Rhythmns
And so we’re back in the land of sunshine and disfunction. We flew home last weekend on a plane ride so bumpy in places that Mr Dylan himself might have had a thing or two to say about it!
Idle Themes
Solitude has taken up residence in our dwelling in the precious minutes before the children and the hound are awake. My husband long ago drove off to work, leaving me free to wander through memory’s halls.
Life’s Waves
There have been days of overwhelming business of late, infused with that peculiarly American insatiability. It climbs right up inside your soul and grabs you by the throat, seemingly intent on stealing your last breath too.
Water's Ways
I found myself this afternoon. Amidst the aisles of one of Americana’s chief meccas with my husband and daughter I was busy alongside everyone else’s business.
Of Cupid, Murder and Mayhem
We’re up and about early this morning here; basking in the glorious Southern Californian sunshine. Summer decided to pay February a visit last week and the temperatures soared into the eighties.
Continuity
We sped down a clear freeway this morning. The sky was bright with an unearthly translucence that was almost blinding.
Music of Memory
Life in the City of Dreams ebbs and flows. I was in the car one evening on the way to Inglewood I think; a drive I’ve sat through more than twice.
Looking At Time
We took that trip to see more of America. Early one morning we bundled into my husband’s car, children, bags, dog and all, leaving home in the rear view mirror, at least for a while.
What Can I Do?
We’re out and about early with the dog these days. Sunlight usually glimmers way up above a city that hasn’t quite woken up yet. The water in the fountain sits, still and serene and the restaurants and shops are silent.