dangerous compassions

I call you / from the comet's cradle

Friday, August 07, 2015

home time

Today we begin the journey homeward.  New Mexico holds many mysteries still--that weird sound like a sprinkler, vinegaroons, all the places besides here.

I feel like we saw such a small, small fraction, but my capacity for newness is used up.  It's time to go home.

Unfortunately it's supposed to thunderstorm in Flagstaff today.  So I don't think we can camp at our free former spot, which is up a bad dirt road near Walnut Canyon.

I liked all the monsoon rain here and am glad it didn't flood.


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