It’s a bright and sun scorched morning as Duke and I step out on our usual outing through the neighbourhood.
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It’s a bright and sun scorched morning as Duke and I step out on our usual outing through the neighbourhood.
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.
The past few weeks have been marked by resonances. Voices from poetry, history or theatre have figured so strongly that they are escaping from my mind, ready to leap onto the written page.
The hound and I have been out and about this week. Temperatures soared once more. At times the light had a flat brightness that could cut glass.
I’m out and about with the hound in the bright crispness of an almost December morning. After a week or so where the temperatures suddenly decided to play at summer heat, the seasonal chill in the air is welcome.
We were with the waves yesterday afternoon. The Labour Day sun blazed down on a beach both packed and raucous.
The last week in May and first week in June are the prettiest time of year in Los Angeles. The jacaranda trees are in bloom and life just seems to sing.
I was driving yesterday. Through the pink evening of an unfolding Los Angeles sunset. Driving at times like these, the magical dimension of the place appears.
The light has been extraordinary this past week in our little quarter of Los Angeles. A pale lavender luminescence that has cast a dream like glow through us all.