Badlands no.12 the rains came down for millions of years washing away rock (was sand, packed hard and turned to sandstone.) memories stir and i want to return to a place and time a little beyond my grasp. beside me, a small dog sleeps in peace. envy stirs, as i fight sleep like a tired toddler. rock never sleeps, time's rivers wash it slowly to the sea, one grain of sand at a time.
such a beautiful june morning! sunshine burning an image in my ancient eyes. across her fields, a falling barn squats beside expanding woods. summer heat baked barn siding many years ago. we wander past and see a ruin, reminding me of my own ruin, still falling, still failing, still happy to be alive.