Week 31 & 32 – Summer Dune
Berries are ripe - merry delight! In the lap of life, we stay outside until the sun sets in saffron skies. Time all but idly passes by but it's like one long time lapse seen with my passive eye. Walking this path with a rapid stride, tracking time, waking wide to bask in rays of shine and scraggle down these rags of rhyme.
I've painted walls, I've been swimming - living. I've been hauling, scrawling, waking up early morning, mourning moments stalled when I realize... only two weeks until I call in! I'm going all in this last forth of my haul North - the source of all I draw from when I crawl through those wintery halls - mauling my teeth till they splinter and fall. It's a grind.
I write at half power, only here for half an hour, on my way to Kangos where this hungry pack devours: berries. Clouds, Blues... Lingon they might be late. On Friday one more funeral quites our day. RIP Thea.
Wrote ^ this morning so I could post quickly. ;) Inspiration strikes at the break of light! We're doing a quick library drive-by before the trip's resumed: a few days off in the even wilder wild completely devoid of modern luxuries like: electricity. Here's last week; until later! It's been another great couple of weeks.