A few thoughts from sun and half a life ago— Dust lies everywhere, on everything, and I can never quite get the dirt out from under my fingernails, probably because we were flying too close to the sun. I can’t quite believe that we ever got anything done in the heat, when not even the dogs bothered to move from their shaded asylums and flies didn’t have the energy to be inconvenient. Fires spread quickly in summer, but there doesn’t seem to be much to burn. They evacuated everything before I arrived and it is only just beginning to get back to normal, but flames licked the sides of the mountain black and people have lost things, real things. Roads writhing their way up the mountain and the lack of anything on them except lizards, blank lines that fell down the opposite side of the valley, cleared to prevent fire running too fast. I remember trees that had been stripped of their senses, pale burnt bones and an unwillingness to give in.
Thank you for this beautiful, evocative read. I felt I was there with you, experiencing the pressing heat, the bare trees, the falling stars. Our lives are stuffed with so much that we need to be unstuffed at times. No plan, no program, no expectations for a while. Sometimes I just sits, Charlie Brown, and thinks not too much. 😽 The paintings are lovely!
Currently going through “I think my expectations died for a while that summer, and we became content with just slowly filtering the time through a lack of anything real”. Also very much in love with a place that I never ever want to go back to. Loved the read. Very visual. Thank you for sharing the memories, and the gift of Deborah Dewit. 💛
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Thank you for this beautiful, evocative read. I felt I was there with you, experiencing the pressing heat, the bare trees, the falling stars. Our lives are stuffed with so much that we need to be unstuffed at times. No plan, no program, no expectations for a while. Sometimes I just sits, Charlie Brown, and thinks not too much. 😽 The paintings are lovely!
Currently going through “I think my expectations died for a while that summer, and we became content with just slowly filtering the time through a lack of anything real”. Also very much in love with a place that I never ever want to go back to. Loved the read. Very visual. Thank you for sharing the memories, and the gift of Deborah Dewit. 💛