Shades of a Slope
I'll admit it. I'm a sucker for lines and shapes and the way light falls across them in certain conditions to create designs all their own, like some artistic overlay.
It's like the one time you can actually see the gesture of light, caressing the very thing it touches. I love gentle caresses of light. sigh.
From THE MOUNTAINS
Oooo, Those Curves
Her curves were deadly, he knew that.
She ran hot and cold.
Warm at the edges one minute...
ice cold the next.
Yet he couldn't stop staring
at the way her dress flowed like liquid
over her lady nooks and touchable crannies.
From THE WATERS
"My needs are few," she said. "Although I have some wants." The Universe cocked its universal head and waited expectantly. "I need clean air, good food, great friends, ease of riches and a lovely place to live. I want for my imagination to always create great things that are for my highest good and the good of others. If I can have those things, I'd be golden." And so she was.
The Time It Takes To Dream
In the tiny town of Volcano, CA you might find Indian Grinding Rock State Park, once home to the Miwok native Indians of Northern California. Many ceremonies are performed in this roundhouse - and although I'll likely never see them - I could feel the whispers as I stood there.