Thursday, September 23, 2010

L., studying a red rock tower way up high: "Ever been there?" "Never, want to go?"

An hour later: perched on the peak's tiny spine. The khaki-colored desert spread below. A huge hawk riding a nearby updraft. A nest the size of a bathtub on a neighboring spire.

Climbing as a metaphor for relationship: constant surprise; the sense of your own possibility.

Happy 2nd., L.

xo CJB

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