Monthly Archives: August 2014

Writing in your underwear: Day 2 Sat. 6:49 am. Outside in the chill of morning. Writing in (your) my underwear. I don’t know if it’s the feel of the chill or my obstinate determination to carry through with this lunacy. … Continue reading →

Date: Aug. 1, 2014 Time: 6:15 am Place: Garden Patio with cool feathery breezes Season: Summer My feet sense chilling patio stones. Cool breeze feathers against my arms, back of my neck. Chilled, yes. I’m writing in my underwear. There … Continue reading →

First, walking the Garden to inhale the beauty of the Zucchini blossom and beaming to sunlight a chorus of Sunflower faces. Now, a joy this morning, as I sit, in my underwear, yes, in my underwear, at the patio table. … Continue reading →

Evening rain. Let’s walk. Shimmering Streets. Let’s dance. Summer moon. Let’s kiss. Crickets chirping. Let’s sing. Night falling. Kiss again. Stars fading. Kiss, kissing.