It’s a blazingly hot Sunday afternoon here. Temperatures have rocketed up to 100 degrees and everybody’s feeling the heat.
All tagged California
Million Miles
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.
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.
Perpetual Afternoon
We sit on the sand. The roaring wind muffles the rising curve of the ocean. She’s wrapped in a makeshift blanket fashioned out of a tiger towel.
Confetti of Light
I surface, as if from an enchanted slumber, surrounded by waves of light and sound. Gazing out across that endless landscape of fluid blue I watch a week brought to a perfect close slip away below the horizon.
Buckets Of Tears
Reader, we didn’t catch that plane. Hemmed in and trapped by a vast body of water, land and distance and current circumstance we cancelled everything on Saturday.
Schooldays By The Ocean
We were with the waves yesterday afternoon. The Labour Day sun blazed down on a beach both packed and raucous.
Windows Of The Sea
We walked along the beach this afternoon my daughter and I. She gathered shell fragments and I watched the footprints appear and disappear in the sand. The ocean was choppy and strong and I thought of Poseidon.
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.
Return of Speed
Back in our favourite spot, on a supremely hot Labour Day weekend, we sit in contented silence. After a stretch where our feet only lightly touched the ground, it’s enough just to enjoy the ocean.