This week I learned to pay attention to what time I choose to walk through the park. If I walk through at 8am, we are entering peak school drop off time and the streets around the park are very busy and the narrow paths in the park are crowded with parents and children. I'm not… Continue reading Settle into autumn (39.20)
Tag: Poetry
The heatwave breaks
After so many days of breathless heat, rainfall sounds like music. The first drops like strings introducing the melody, then the full orchestra joins as the rain becomes a downpour, with thunder like timpani rolling wildly overhead. And when the performance ends the dripping and trickling sounds like applause and the footsteps of an audience… Continue reading The heatwave breaks
